Race

Impatient and in wanderlust, always seeking through the words I've
written and its hits me every time. The abyss upon me, it thrusts.
The sounds that accumulate to create the beats makes me lust for
the rhythms that run deeper. Disrupting the vast oceans in a manner
to combust.

Distilled for only a while, but the ebb and flow of tides abide.
Washing away the ripples in continuation, like diamonds in the rough
that ripen. Shedding away to make the weight lighten. The shapes
formed are acute and surmise in, define in, an endless mind of
defiance.

To fit into nothing, means everything. The patterns once made
continue to form and erase. Time creating all that space, a timeless
phase and an eternal chase. Keeping up when reality is laced with
tainted perceptions misplaced. The story creates and also re-creates
only within your own pace. To realize is what awakens us from
the race.

The Human - Race