RunningLast night I had the worst dream of my life.
I was being chased by a masked person,
Dressed in black, like the surrounding night.
I did not know from whom I was running.
Nor did I know to where I was running.
Just running from fear, from desperation.
The questions burned in my mind just as much
As my chest, which seemed like it would soon burst.
I soon realized that I could not prevail.
After I processed that realization,
I turned around and ran towards this person.
I hoped I could find out the intention
Of this dark person. I took off its mask.
It had no face. Where there would be a face,
There was nothing but a blank, white canvas.
Another realization passed through my mind:
I was running from nothing at all,
Just simply an illusion of power.
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