No time to write
No time to read
No time to stop -
Speed, speed, speed
No time for things wicked
No time for things nice
No time for things virtuous
No time for vice
Trying to stay current
Always picking up pace
Whisking and wispy
Whipped up into space
Only racing to the end
Where I heard it would be; Rushing madly to the call
Spilling out into nothing
Where everything falls
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