I tell time to hold fast still
But it zooms by, going for the kill
Stumbling across the streets
Fumbling with all my options
I am not ready for the pace
I can't hold on to this race
I can see all running with all their might
Not one stops for a breath, holding on tight
Where do I lack? Why does my foot fail?
It is all but a straight road, I don’t hear anyone wail
I am not ready for the pace
I can't hold on to this race
Should I change the road or is it simply me?
Will I ever catch up on the growing lag with time
Give up on this run or should I stick on?
Is this what is life and things have to go on
I am not ready for the pace
I can't hold on to this race
I will run with all my might, my wounds cry
Marks I leave on the tracks, proof of my try
That I did not give up and ran till the last breath
A run that might only be overcome by death
I will run with all my remaining pace
I won't give up, and will hang on to this race
