Why are we running?

When we all look back at our live
We discover there are the good and bad times
But fail to admit that the bad are really disturbing
And the good are graciously not up to standard
We disagree and agree that life as its plans for us
We don’t have a one sided decision about this
See its play in this
Life has judged us in its own way
Not caring about what the outcome will be
What remedy do we now have?
Our goal is almost coming to an end
Our desperation is reaching a sky high
Our story, what the future generation will dwell on
Now, we are being taken back
Our generation is to thank
Rewritten the faults of our past and future
Our future has a way out now 
Still this is the question
Why are we running?

Now, even in my sleep
This is what comes up
Disturbing my glorious and lovely rest
Why are we running?
Don’t have a mind of an agreeable being
But this is all I can say
Commoners don’t believe in your heroic future
None of your past present will we follow
Acts of disdain we all have
You have played a role in our destruction
History will tell of your commendable roleplay 
Time will remember your misfortune on our existence

What still comes up is
Why are we running?
Our minds moves in different direction
Trying to run and escape the flogging of the upcoming war
When the question replays itself
Our deities are present during this time
Waiting to feed on our replies 
Our daemons are making glorious gestures about us
Answers to this is still not definite
But heaven is not helping
Mother earth has abandoned us
Frustrated with heaven and its roleplay in this
It was never our choice
Heaven is the sole originator of this
Our decisions never count
Our only hope is to continue running
Death will be the end of of the race.