Among us we find
those who question,
and those who keep with
the frantic movement
long after any pretense of
knowing why has faded.

Are we just swimming?
Trying to out-run
and out-perfect,
trying to beat the norms
trying to deplete 
our souls enough to find
a delicate old-age?

Destroy what makes
the pain and the face and the lies,
they all sing along
and become institutionalized
so we no longer
know what, or whom
we so instinctively fight.