My Dread

We wake in need to see our person,
yet what we see is a mask.

We fixate on the end, and the trials we face,
yet we disregard the forces that guild us.

We laugh, smile and have fun,
yet we cry, suffer, and feel pain.

We believe life will never worsen,
yet it always does.

We run our lives through this endless race,
yet there is no end nor trophy.

We had once known why we run,
yet ...