The ground is flowing constantly beneath me,
propelling me ever forwards.
Not allowing for a moment of hesitation,
no regrets or starting over.

This life has been thrown into motion
and there’s no stopping it.
It’s a marble on an ever-sloping hill;
accelerating every second.

The best times lasted, yet they’re behind us now,
with age comes the knowledge of what we’re missing,
But the marble is moving.
There’s no chance of returning uphill.

Why must this begin?
I would rather be a marble that is stuck,
     in perfect stillness,
          at the top of the world…