Everything I know
Everything I believe
Burns like a candle in the wind
Gone in a second
Easily relit.
Focusing on the future
Is my present passion
But my past’s biggest regret.
Dirty habits brush my shoulder
Never close enough to push me down
But enough to make me trip.
Riding the same rollercoaster
Creates constant delusion but
Sweet and beautiful sickness.
When this is all over,
I can continue to run
Or I can go for a walk
It all depends
On that damn incline.
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