You just can't stop
The momentum.
It's consistent, its persistent
It seems like fun
But it's undone.
Cacophony of stress
A build up of muscle tension
But really it's all mental.
Not looking in a direction
Just being pushed
Not sure how to brake the slippy slide.
I want to talk, I want to look
But time just keeps on keeping on.
And then the day is over
And then I feel the burn
Of a constant propulsion.
Cry's.
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