And I feel like a slow turtle in a hare's race,
I don't know how I got stuck in this place
alone, a little dazed but mostly frustrated,
There's a lost piece of me in a stream of endless crowd
Like a flimsy paper, scrunched and ugly
Constantly wondering ;
Which part of this was part of the deal?
I have the weight of a thousand suns
crushing, choking, suffocating me
constantly , relentlessly reminding
That time would go on
And I will be left behind,
Before my mind could comprehend a thing,
My body would fall
and detach, piece by heavy piece,
You're free,
You're free,
You're free to go now.
