The ground falls beneath me, leaving as I run
through my worries, leaving tears behind;
no longer can I wait, since metal legs propel me forward.
Though my destination is unclear, all I can do is end
my run, through dancing pinned on track;
drop my things behind, and future I must look.
My hands clench at my sides, my eyes pan up to look
at everything I've yet to gain, though quickly I must run;
a life of memory left behind, pinned to this running track.
If the present is so painful, then I'll leave it all behind
to another me, who's waiting at the end;
falling out behind, to move my legs forward.
My eyes watch straight ahead, my legs will push me forward
to everything I've ever wanted, though I'll only chance a look;
though the journey is inspiring, I'll always reach the end.
I can't watch my life, all I can do is run
to hold onto my future, as I leave my past behind;
my breath shorts out through my life, as I run up this track.
My journey is a preset line, my life set on a track
of choices and decisions, my momentum drives me forward;
as everything I've yet to watch, falls off the line behind.
I reach out to hold on, but all I can is look
as everything I walked for, left back inside my run;
though everything I want to see, my run must come to end.
A journey may be pleasant, but all must come to end
inevitably, I burn out the running track;
though our track is worn, I still deign to run.
Our hopes and dreams litter the floor, so I keep on moving forward
hoping beyond hope, for something to exist when I look;
always disappointed, for everything I run for is always left behind.
When I dare to chance a glance, all of our things are left behind
littering the floor, so quickly move to end;
I trace our steps and stare, for all left to do is look.
Painting the ground with black, I slowly trace our track
in preparation to sprint, for I can always move forward;
though time and time has demonstrated, that all I do is run.
My hopes and dreams are left behind, but I realign my track
though I dare to reset my end, letting myself move back forward;
now that I once more look again, I'm allowed to clock my run.