Running in the Dark

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an empty feeling, rising slowly from the bowels of the deep,
as it creeps and crawls it’s way to the mind,
life is a race, a race run every single day,
from the time i wake up to the time i merge with the darkness;

i have been searching all along,
for a way to win this race,
every time it’s just a little bit close,
but always out of reach;

they say i am not doing enough,
they say i am not hustling hard enough,
they say i should retreat,
but who are they to say?

i am dancing with the demons,
as the storm gathers strength inside,
and when the lights go down,
it’s a war inside the head;

i am staring at the far away lights,
for answers that have eluded me so far;
i keep running like there is no tomorrow,
i hustle and bustle my way through life;

as i look at the stars above,
i prepare to get ready,
for another day, for another marathon,
running in the dark;