Frantic pace

Run!
Life is fleeting.
Chase Her down.
Hope you’ll reach her…

And if you see
a rising rock,
above it jump
no time to stop.
Maybe it’ll tumble,
add in the fray,
but why you care?
Just run it out…

And if you see
a violet lily,
close your eyes,
not be deceived.
Chasing life,
this is your goal.
The brightest flower
of them all…

And if you see
another person,
just turn your head
to other direction.
For if you caught him
he’s running slow,
why burden down?
He already lost…

“And when your bones
become brittle?
How can you stop?
The rock will catch you…
What you’ll remember
of violet color?
And who will hold you
so you can walk?”