Coterie

Who has time to fall in love

The clock is against the goal

Your eyes are set off into space

Your arms hold their own embrace

A whistle went off in a distant

You bolted without question

Where are you going?

The clone of you is your opinion

From miles of wrong turns

You don't revolve not once

Feel your heart racing

Energy being wasted

You need it

Wanting an appetite that doesn't suffice the game

It'll never been enough

You ran the coterie too many times before

Let's just say you won

No one was there to play you

It was a shadow trailing you the entire time

Keep your pace beyond the wind

Trudge straight into your counter part

Surrender your race