Insomniac

These are the musings of a maniac, Insomniac, omnivore, overly competitive and more. My mind moves a mile a minute, Not enough time to type the tales so let me finish, Too late, thought escaped, taken an exit off the highway. No way I can slow down, I've already told you I'm doing sixty so turning off would be dangerous now, Unless it's onto another highway where my thoughts can try to escape, Where mile markers mark the passing of recent memories. Can't turn around, no looking back. What's past is past and what is now will soon be past. These sentences run on and on and on and on like the marathon in Bost-on. Don't misread these lines, I'm not asking to slow down, I just pray that the soles on these sneakers will last.