The pedals are falling beast, when will you find me?
Medicines keep approaching to tell me, time is ticking.
Running. Running like me. Turn that energy into dancing.
It’s the only way to keep from combusting.
“Time is running out.” She said.
“I feel uneasy, constantly, it’s not normal for me.” He elaborated to me.
I know. I get it. Keep your eyes even, no fear allowed see?
It’s how your rise above these shifting energies.
There’s a reason you see the god of destruction and creation dancing…
I’m finally understanding the deep-rooted irony.