Hurry, Hurry, Hurry, Rush, Rush, Rush
Hurry, Hurry, Hurry, Rush, Rush, Rush
It seems we’re always running
Running out of time
Time to wait to hurry
To hurry into line
To line up at the gates
The gates of destiny
Destination nowhere
Nowhere is the key
The key to what comes after
After dashing to the line
The line that keeps us waiting
Waiting for our turn
Our turn to rush right back
Right back to the beginning
The beginning of the race
The race that keeps us running
Or so it always seems
By Jeremy Siedlecki
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