Burnout
Run to stand still,
Said the voice in my head.
It was the only key to a door.
The door was locked fast
But the voice in my head
Kept telling me to run more.
The way to the moon
Is to run till you drop
And virtue is putting yourself last.
But the clock measured time
And it wouldn’t stand still
So I ran till I ran very fast.
The faster I ran
The more I stood still
And space-time was warped in the end.
The voice in my head
Turned into a clown.
It told me I had to pretend.
I pretended too long
And the mask became fixed.
The audience laughed at a fool.
My feet turned the wheel
But the river ran dry
And one day I ran from the school.
I ran through a cloud
And a precipice loomed.
I was over before I knew why.
I hit the ground hard
And my senses were dazed,
But the Levites just walked on by.
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