Last few steps,I told myself again
Only to realize the pun,and the game.
For treadmills never end,those infinite rotations,
One just learns,to accept stationary motions.
I was dead sure,that I would run,a true race,
Only to find missing tracks,no open space.
So I went back again,and consoled the heart,
Lets get back on the treadmill,lets just start.
And now I am hooked,like a junkie with his pile,
I hate it,but refuse to get down,push another mile.
Confusing motion with achievement,easy,without a strife,
Sweating profusely,bored to core,without a life...
This is what happens when you are reading Monopoly and Oligopoly
markets at 3 AM!!!
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