The lost race

All the while you run
--Submerged in a life,
You can never
Get out and breathe from--
Take a break or
Don't care or
Observe or
Love or
Even sin
Before it ends.
For all its fake grandeur
You know the truth
That you may run
Ahead of it
For now,
But against death
No matter how fast you are
The race was lost before
You even started