I outrun my life every second it catches up.
In outbursts of fear, within the moments,
When a solitary droplet of sentiments
About to touch the ground. It catches up.
I am sprinting at a pace undefined or made up.
Shaken to the core, stammering upfront,
Unable to look behind. Do I still confront
It hard on my heels? No! I gallop.
Five, four, three, two - ready to blow up
Your mind in a jiffy, ready to vent out.
But I hit a wall, so tall, all hope bows out.
Yes! I'm ready! Ready, to give up.
My shadow too falls but remembers to get up.
I outrun my life every second it catches up.
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