LYRIC

Sweating out the hours meticulously collected.
Pinpointed and highlighted.
Scratching off events and fifth lines for a better sense of purpose.
Tallying up what's gone done for good.

On the outskirts of familiarity.
Complacency has a terminal light.
And total silence a welcome foreign language.
Outrun them all.

Outrun their marathon.
Outrun them on everyone's time but my own.

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