I am a marathon runner
Though not by choice
The run seems endless
And the route is not set
The finish line is far
Seemingly out of reach
Most faces are blank
And the spectators turn away
If you ever finish the race
A reward should be there waiting
But there is none; there’s
Only the sponges on the way
When finally you reach the finish line
And you sit down to rest
Immediately you are pulled to your feet
Panting, exhausted and broken
They point you to the next starting line
Weary you face your next challenge;
You realise the next marathon
Is already about to begin
Trying to remain on your feet
Trying hard not to stumble in the dark
All around you see other tired faces
And you realise
We are all marathon runners
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