Vicious Circle

Round & Round & Round I go...
Faster by trying to stop.
The movement of a mind
that knows no rest.

I run from Death and it out paces me.
Throws me back again to run some more
If I can only beat it, I'll find some rest.
If only I'd rest, it would cease to chase.

Like the impossible backward clock,
Who would have thought...
There is no clock.