They're always rushing to finish the puzzle, <br />to fit all the pieces in place. <br />Little knowing that beyond completion lays the end. <br />The end. <br />No more. <br />None. <br />Natta. <br />Nothing. <br />Zip. <br />Zero. <br />Zilch. <br />The finally. <br /> <br />All that is nothingness shal come of their baout. <br />Yet they continue on with out any feelings of dought. <br />'So what is to come if we change our way, <br />nothingness is glum but it's still something' they say. <br />So they continue on, forever fast-pace, <br />until they are gone, <br />they've finished the race.<br /><br />S.I.M.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/checkered-flag/
