Reality

we run and run trying to escape reality Knowing it's coming soon... coming fast Death the reality no one escapes. no cure. why run even tho we will endure? We run to stop....we smile to frown We laugh to cry We live to die... is it worth it pushing it into the darkest part of your mind...not to be seen again? Acting like everything will be ok? what's the point...one day you will... have your last meal. your last smile. your last words. your last breath....