Running

What's the point?
Of going so fast...
moving past
everyone

Why would you
want to be the first?
Don't we all
get there in the end?

What's the point?
Of going so fast...
you don't even get
to smell the flowers.

Are you happier that way?
Does your life revolve around
speed?

Where are all
the simple pleasures?
Friends...
Family...
Laughter...

It gets lonely
at the top
mountains when climbed
have cold snow-covered peaks

At the top...
You can't breathe
Always gasping for breath

Always running around
making sure that
noone pushes you off
that noone stabs you in the back

Fact is... you don't have to worry...
considering that half of them
haven't even caught up
with the dust you left behind.

Sitting on top of the mountain....
Don't you feel cold?
Don't you feel it's such a pity?

That when you finally
can see the scenery
There's nothing there
to see....

Except maybe an eagle
On the same lonely mission
Of soaring high
As you are.