• Going fast
    And not being last
    Making you think
    Trying not to blink

    Losing yourself
    Like being on a shelf
    Stacked with all the toys
    Of all those little girls and boys

    You're going so fast
    Over this land so vast
    You're running
    With speed so cunning

    Stay calm
    Open your palm
    Close your eyes
    And say your final goodbyes...