5.6.5.6. (Always Racing)
This race against time
It is killing my back
Searching for a sign
Passing highways of black
This race against growth
I’m slowly vanishing
I might peak at most
But the end won’t save me
This race against love
God, it is so tiring
Pulling me back in
While pushing me away
This race against life
I could never succeed
For all of my strife
There’s only more waiting
This race against sound
It is so deafening
Words fall to the ground
Losing all their meaning
This race against trust
It could blind you so quick
Looking up to much
You’ll miss the rest of it
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