Without a set pace you spin around and again.
Drawing a staggered wave on the floor as you go.
Generating the power to live
And to breathe
And to move
And to be.
The power so needed long ago, make the most of it now.
Generate the love you wanted to feel.

Your pace is quickening, the world becomes a haze, darting before your eyes.
Pale fingertips reaching out to touch the thin air, slicing straight through.
Intricate patterns being formed in your hair as it struggles to keep time with your mind.
Faster still, life is a blur, trying to live with you as you leave it behind.
Falling slowly to the ground.
Heart beating faster yet not at all in one moment.
An excitement you cannot relive.
A life too lived it cannot be returned.