Gone

by Lacey   Apr 6, 2006


Running, racing, trying to beat the clock,
Heart pounding, blood racing, can't stop.
No time, can't look back, come too far to turn around,
Out of breath, pushing myself, feet pounding on the ground.
Racing against the clock, turning I realize I'm not alone.
Too late, clocks run out, I'm already gone.

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