Haste

The march of time drives us ahead Lost in despair of being late not up to date Life rushes by too fast to live it Trapped in a cycle unable to escape This world is spining faster We are slaving for time This world is spinning faster And we keep wasting our lives Constant exertion constant distress Constantly hectic though motionless Lost in the rapids no time remains An everlasting footrace in which we trail This world is spining faster We are slaving for time This world is spinning faster And we keep wasting our lives