Race
I’m disconnected, far far away
When I met you it was a happy day
But the days have gone so hard
Like the turning of a bad card
Luck has run short and slow
I know in the end it’s got to go
Will I ever understand?
Will I ever make a stand?
Apples always turn sour
Like minutes to an hour
It’s just something that takes place
Just how someone always wins the race
But where does the race head?
Is it that love is dead?
Are we racing to the line?
Are we convincing ourselves that it’s fine?
Do we run or do we stop?
Is it defined by the ticking of a clock?
Is it all controlled by time?
Time creates the finishing line
The only thing not to race
Are the changing things that take place
Things will always end in life
Relationships, jobs and eventually life
The only thing that never ends
Is life’s series of twists and bends
Change is the only everlasting factor
So change with the change and life will be laughter
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