For me the past that lies before,
The road seen many times together,
And yet there seems to be something more.
I can't pull away and can't leave the tracks,
Ongoing and going with tunnel vision I see
Only the line ahead keeping me from being free,
Keeping me from being me. No, just relax.
It is me it must be, for on this path I
Continue until the stampede in my chest
Stands taller than all of this distressed
Tossing and turning and driving my mind's eye
Beyond before during and everlasting
Never stopping breaking and only surpassing:
