Running There


Run, run, walk, drive, go, faster, smarter, sooner.
We race, and race, to get there.
Where?
There.
We must be successful, right?
I want a name for myself,
A title, maybe Professor, or perhaps Sir or Mrs.
Maybe even Senator.
The man you aspire to be,
He has money, clothes, friends, family, house.
Yes, yes, of course.
But happiness?
That comes later.
My reward is happiness.
I'll get there some day, don't worry.
Once I have my degree.
When I get that promotion.
Once I find someone to love me.
Then all will be well.
All will be well.

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