What does it matter?
The words I say, the art I create.
All imagination. Now disposable.
There is no pace or race to match here.
The finish line will not come no matter how hard I try.

Fulfillment.
A fading mirage on the horizon I have been running for my entire life.

Success.
The only winning move is to disengage.
Leave the tribe that only wants you for their benefit.
Only then will you feel the light of relief.

Only then will you be free.