In "Outrun," I delve into the intricacies of society, human connections, and my own identity through a fresh lens. This collection is an invitation to step away from the stark, black-and-white world we often find ourselves in. I seek to explore the...
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1 Once in a while You find yourself racing Ahead of your years, Your young heart misplaced. The world spins so quickly, Voices clamor and call, But you stand there, Already feeling the fall.
2 They say time moves forward, But you've outrun your age, Surrounded by whispers That deepen the haze. They've painted you older, With brushstrokes of care, Until you look in the mirror And no longer see there.
3 They pushed and they prodded, Their warnings so loud, Draped you in burdens Like an unwelcome shroud. Your laughter has faded, Replaced by a sigh, As the youth in your eyes Seems to wither and die.
4 Day by day, you feel The weight of their fears, Their lessons, their worries, Their unspoken tears. In the midst of the noise, You've aged far too fast, A soul burdened and weary, From a future long past.
5 But as you stand there, In the quiet of night, There's a hollow within, An emptiness, slight. A space where the echoes Of childhood still play, Yet it's dimmed and it's distant, Just shadows of day.
6 The world's weight on your shoulders, The swift pace you've kept, Have stolen the moments Where innocence slept. And now, as the quiet Envelops your mind, You sit with the silence, Feeling old and confined.
7 The race has been run, But there's no finish line, Just the echoes of voices, And the passing of time. In the stillness, you're empty, No answers, no fight, Just the ghost of your youth, Fading into the night.
