What is time?
But a concept I choose to rush

In a race
With only myself
Yet place the pressure
On everyone else

Split fours into twos
To save myself time
Pay the whole price
Thinking I’m saving dimes

Because patience is a virtue
With which I wasn’t born
Forgetting to breathe
Then wondering why I’m worn

Am I running in circles
Or out-running the rest
Tearing up my feet
Acting like this is a test

Faster I go
No closer to the finish
Joy in the moment
Is the moment I’m winning