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!!!Author's note!!!: In case you haven't already figured it out, survival was the theme of these musings. Yes, this is the last one. Sorry. ;(
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Games, Running, and Borrowed Time~~~Jarod
I know that what I have won't last forever
Of that I have no illusions
It's purely mathematical really,
If I keep playing this game,
If I keep leaving these clues,
And keep taunting those who chase me,
It will end.
Suddenly,
Abruptly,
With a black bag over my head,
And cold metal cuffs on my wrists.
For if you provoke a tiger,
Even one behind metal bars,
It will still lunge and attack
When you let your guard down.
But even with harsh reality staring me in the face,
I find that I can't stop,
I can't simply say good-bye,
Hang up,
And disappear.
I know no other life,
All I've done and know how to do,
Is run.
Running is my survival.
My only tool.
Gingerbread man that I am,
I know only how to lift up my legs,
One after the other,
Faster and faster,
With my chest rising,
Falling,
Rising,
And falling.
Heartbeat, furiously pounding upon its cage of bone
Sweat running down my forehead, blinding my sight
And lungs, threatening to burst, each breath more labored and heavy than the last.
Yes, that is my survival,
Living the life of a prey animal.
Running, always running, from the hunters
Never able to slow down, or rest, because if I do,
I'll be caught.
But I still know it's inevitable,
I still know that my own weaknesses,
And my own foolish need,
To play games with the tiger,
Will turn on me.
I've been told, that it's called living on borrowed time.
Borrowed time, yes, I suppose that would fit me perfectly.
A rat in a maze, going one way, then the other, looking for an escape,
Never realizing that there is no way out,
And that they're just prolonging the end.
But, somehow, I am not saddened by the thought at all.
After all, borrowed time, grim idea that it is,
Is all around us.
We breathe it in every second of every day.
It's nothing to fear.
For what is life itself, if not borrowed time?
So yes, I may be a fool.
But if this, this life I'm leading,
Helping others,
Saving those in need,
And earning repentance for my sins,
If this is it, then I must say,
That playing games,
Running in circles,
And living on borrowed time,
Is not all that bad after all.
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Yay! Finally something that ends on a slightly cheery note! By the way, thanks to all of you who wrote feedback for this stuff! (But don't think that let's you off of the hook if you don't write responses to this one) =) Oh, and please check out my other fics and be on the lookout because I'm working on two new fictions at the moment that I hope will get posted within the next week. See ya!
