I died a little today,
And I died yesterday, too.
Every day I'll die a little,
Until my life is through.
Running is worthless,
As is hiding from your fears.
It's not easy to escape something,
That forever approaches and nears.
Rather I choose to stop,
And stare it in the face.
I let the ultimate harbinger know,
I won't partake in his race.
He'll beat at me every day,
Like Gandhi and the Jews.
But atleast when I die,
I won't be tired like you.
Tired from running.
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