Hurry, hurry,
why, what for?
Hurry, hurry,
forevermore.

You must run,
or you'll be late.
Why, what for?
It is your fate.

Why, what for?
your futile screams,
years of running
fill your dreams.

Never, ever gone
far enough.
Why, what for?
Just be tough.

The endless hunt,
with you as prey,
while you may hide,
you can never stay.

Hurry, hurry,
why, what for?
Coming, staggering,
to the door.

Turned away,
you sorry fool.
Are you not
a sparkling jewel?

Others ask,
you can not answer,
knowing deep down,
you must run faster.

You must run,
or you will fall,
too tired to stand,
and flee from the call.

Hurry, hurry,
why, what for?
Hurry, hurry,
forevermore.

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Midsummer, in the year 145 MA.