The rush is real, the rush is bold.
It doesn’t allow to keep things on hold.
Stepping on that accelerator we fly over
We’re stuck in light feeling as we hover.
Stuck in the present, stuck in the past,
Forget we about the future approaching so fast.
Is it too fast, is it about to blow?
With years our sprints exponentially grow.
Dashing blue burns through the air,
And through our veins it’s only fair,
While stepping down off we take,
Headed into cosmos at Century’s wake.
Trail our so cloudy all the twinkles dissolves,
With high pressure it pushes our moral resolves
Starving as it suffocates in it’s own void eager,
Aimless efforts yield no thing bigger.
The rush, the rush is in our blood,
It keeps us running as a fired up stud.
What is happening, how’s it absolved?
Justification keeps things resolved.
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