• My legs are pumping
    Pounding against the ground like an exclamation point
    For each drama in life

    My heart is beating
    Frantic against my chest;
    Drilling a hole to escape

    Landscapes flash by unnoticed
    Faces blurred into one technicolor mass
    Memories melted together with the acid of apathy

    All is hushed here; everything quiet
    No room for doubts
    Only the urge to keep moving

    Every cell strains to go faster, faster
    To keep the past behind them, and race against time
    To catapult themselves neatly across the finish line


    This;

    This is how we live