They number in billions. All of them. All of you. Straddling along a path with no end. A sight unfathomable. Aimlessly wandering. Holding onto a baseless objective of prejudiced existence. Living a life of pretext. Chasing success as a consumerist. A voyeuristic ritual of lonesome pursuit.
The chase relents. Overshadowing every aspect of basic fulfillment.
For survival is much more than a simple exercise of exhale and inhale.
It is the chase itself.