Fire in the Mountain.. Run.. Run.. Run..

Zillions of thoughts flying around..
creating the spark needed..
milestones, many, in every direction...
several unheeded....

I run, with the hope catch it all
And touch whatever I can before my breath runs out
Gasping for air, I stop to find...
I have missed more than I have found..

And then I sit and wonder
if it was all worth it..
and then when my final breath is drawn
it comes to me, I nail it...

It wasn't to catch or just touch
It was all mine to feel..
but I kept running in all sides
thinking what is important is the turning wheel !!

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