“They’re running for their lives!”
An entire, hectic life spent running away? That does not seem the way to pass through the strife.
From whom or what do you run and where do you run to? Your angst will never stop the momentum of your ever-increasing speed fuels more, and She pushes onward in a frantic, breathless surge.
Squashed on the bumper, an insect trapped in the grill, a tasty kill you have no control She drives you where she will.
Her capacity for guilt, exceeded only by her ability to generate more.
The ghosts that plague are plaque in the mind, an active residue. You can’t just reach up there and clean with brush and Gleem
You must reach out within turn, stop, face your fear Succumb – you win!