Spinning rapidly.

The voices in my head are heightening.

Streetlights passing by
As my hair flows through the wind.

My eyes are tiring.
They're ready to close up for the night.

My heart, however, keeps pumping.
Pump, pump, pumping.
I can barely hear the alarms ring.

It keeps my eyelids from tiring.

Spin, spin, spinning slowly now.
The world pumps its brakes,
And I go flying.