Nowhere Fast

You run and run and push and shove through so many people, grasping at the future that you see. Then you turn around, and look behind yourself, hoping to see all the ground that you have covered. All you see is that you are right where you started from.

You think it over, and decide to run some more: pounding the ground as hard as you can with your feet until you can feel the blood pumping through them. It is like that slow motion running you feel in a dream, pushing with all your might. You work your way through large groups of people, all shouting at you.

"Do it another way!"

"You're not going to make it, so you might as well quit while you'e ahead."

"What are you going to do once you get there, anyway?"

You cover your ears with your hands and keep on running. After what seems like forever, and with tears streaming down your face, you stop and turn around, and are still where you began.

It is quite certain.

You are going absolutely nowhere fast.