Racing Time

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Time keeps on moving-

My mind chases its ghost.

My decisions are behind in this race.

And my heart gets passed, lapped, and hastes.

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None of them can catch it.

These clouds of dreams make it worse.

Even the smallest of dreams-

are out of touch and dispersed.

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If Time would stay still,

For just one little moment-

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My mind may grasp it!

My decisions might catch up!

A dream may touch it!

And My heart will pick up!

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Oh but I know-

If Time would slow down-

The winner, the holder of trophies and crowns

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Would not be my mind-

Nor my decisions we’d find.

Not my dreams upon dreams-

But that passed- lapped- heart, and all of its seams.

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