We rush pell mell through our days,
At such a frenzied hectic pace,
As though our sojourn on this earth,
Is some kind of harried race.
No timekeeper clocks our progress,
We dictate the paths we take,
Life could be much more precious,
It's about choices that we make.
We may cross the finish line,
And lose our soul along the way,
As seconds tick so quickly by,
Stop the clock and LIVE, I say!
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