The streets kept coming and coming and coming he sped through his tracks And every scene he spied was all the same Since he kept running and running and running and never looked back He never realised how far he came And it didn’t matter that the latter part hadn’t bothered him Rather all the sadness that followed him as if it was a ball and chain ‘Cause along the way his posture had changed fraught with his fault and his anger Until he wouldn’t respond when they called his name
22 :
It was all part of the game, it started as a play to get ends It left him with the breath of debt and less friends And yet he never questioned where the quest went And when dissenters didn’t deem him special He did his best to impress them and this led to regrets then Still he was dead-set on success and distress He only expressed through a sent text Addressed to anyone he hadn’t met yet The tires peeled on desire’s wheels Again he said, “I can feel.”