The Run

 The hum drum of life

The chaos of the run

The blinding lights of monotone

The silence of the screams

Too immersed in the day to get over

Too indulged in the run

To see the passing life

Like trees submerging into one

Inseparable and unnoticeable uninteresting

Trying to hold on

Hold on to the pieces

Pieces that we keep missing on

Because we are too oppressed in the run

To sit back and stare

Take notice of the trees and the scenery that passes by

Holding on to what you keep missing