Music Based
Bittersweet Symphony
The Verve:
I guess running is what I’d become accustomed to. I had been running from things all my life. Running because that’s what I had to do. I’d been running for a while. I guess I’d never had chance to walk. It’s not like I never wanted to, I just never had the time, time being an important element.
If I could walk instead I’d never know. My time’s almost up as it is. If I stop I’ll probably disappear. I don’t want that any more than the next person. I don’t think it’s a choice a lower being can make, but it’s an opinion any being could have. If I were to slow down would I crash into the next runner? If somebody close to me slowed down would I ever be able to control myself enough to move in time not to get knocked out by them? Questions I have every minute of life.
I wonder every day how easy the walkers have it. They never seem to look any older than they were just a day before, whereas I am gradually aging by the second. Just earlier I felt twenty, come to find I’m forty-three. Where had the time gone! I knew it’d be rough but never impossible.
Was this how life was going to be? Aging the more I went on. I am living in fear, fear of coming into contact with any person. Would I ever be able to just slow down and smell the roses? Or if I tried would I just, disappear?
I guess running is what I’d become accustomed to. I had been running from things all my life. Running because that’s what I had to do. I’d been running for a while. I guess I’d never had chance to walk. It’s not like I never wanted to, I just never had the time, time being an important element.
If I could walk instead I’d never know. My time’s almost up as it is. If I stop I’ll probably disappear. I don’t want that any more than the next person. I don’t think it’s a choice a lower being can make, but it’s an opinion any being could have. If I were to slow down would I crash into the next runner? If somebody close to me slowed down would I ever be able to control myself enough to move in time not to get knocked out by them? Questions I have every minute of life.
I wonder every day how easy the walkers have it. They never seem to look any older than they were just a day before, whereas I am gradually aging by the second. Just earlier I felt twenty, come to find I’m forty-three. Where had the time gone! I knew it’d be rough but never impossible.
Was this how life was going to be? Aging the more I went on. I am living in fear, fear of coming into contact with any person. Would I ever be able to just slow down and smell the roses? Or if I tried would I just, disappear?
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This one is a little short, but they'll get longer.