Suddenly everything is running, everyone is running, right past me..
And I just stand there, looking around, what's happening?.. tell me..
Life, is what.. people running after their dreams, their futures, is what.. and I'm still in slow motion.. walking, just in my own time.. my own pace.. feeling like I'm missing my chances.. chances flying right over my head.. like I'm too slow to grasp at them, at a sliver of hope .. like if I don't start running now, I'll forever stay behind..
Run, run I say .. my legs don't listen, the floor beneath me is slippery, and everywhere I reach to steady myself, it vanishes into nothingness.. nothing to support me.. I've got only my feet, on slippery floor.. where everything is so fast.. and running is how you last...