I run. And run. And run... But it's not enough to pass the obstacles between us, let alone catch her.
I turn. Again. Again. Around I go... Up... and down. My mind reels—colors blur past—like I'm running atop a giant gear.
And then, I hear someone singing. It's beautiful... but the song isn't meant for me. I think... this whole time, I wasn't looking ahead of me. I was just watching her back.
That's right. All I saw was her. I couldn't see anything else. I wasn't running cleanly—I was running desperately, frantically... just trying not to lose sight of that faint shadow.
There's something stirring in me, diluting the essence of what I was. Transforming me into another gear on the track, chasing her loop after loop.
With each revolution, I lose more of myself. The clamor feels so far away. I can't make out whether the blurred mob shouts in cheer or fury.
As it all melts together into an indiscernible cacophony, one thing alone remains quiet and true—a thin thread—the path cleared in your wake.
(You're still there. And I'm still following!)
The golden disc beneath us whirls. I reach out, stretching my hand to hers—
...And in that moment, I left the world behind.
I turn. Again. Again. Around I go... Up... and down. My mind reels—colors blur past—like I'm running atop a giant gear.
And then, I hear someone singing. It's beautiful... but the song isn't meant for me. I think... this whole time, I wasn't looking ahead of me. I was just watching her back.
That's right. All I saw was her. I couldn't see anything else. I wasn't running cleanly—I was running desperately, frantically... just trying not to lose sight of that faint shadow.
There's something stirring in me, diluting the essence of what I was. Transforming me into another gear on the track, chasing her loop after loop.
With each revolution, I lose more of myself. The clamor feels so far away. I can't make out whether the blurred mob shouts in cheer or fury.
As it all melts together into an indiscernible cacophony, one thing alone remains quiet and true—a thin thread—the path cleared in your wake.
(You're still there. And I'm still following!)
The golden disc beneath us whirls. I reach out, stretching my hand to hers—
...And in that moment, I left the world behind.