I’m going fast, nowhere special,
just need speed, I can not be slow.
Running stops, and beating red lights,
Pedal to the metal, gotta go.
Have no time to smell the roses,
take a vacation, or just relax.
Got too just, keep on moving,
quicker, faster, making tracks.
Burning candles at both ends,
and even in the middle too.
Something big and bad is
chasing, stirring up an evil brew.
I can feel it getting closer,
reaching for me every day.
Have no clue as what it is, or
why I just keep running away.
Now I’m done, can‘t go no further,
moving fast has ruined my health.
Looking back to see what’s chasing,
saw me running from myself.
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