Pace is a matter of tracking time.
It tracks the heart racing, and it is circumstantial.
The best things in life can speed up the heart's pace, yet so can the worst.
Running away or running forward will lead to the same rate.

But what game are we playing here?
What line are we trying to cross?
Slow and steady may win the race,
but only if you are playing the game.
And I find no need to find that finish line,
because I do not believe there is time to lose finding the way there.

All I want is to take advantage of this very second,
and track the rate of my heart at this very moment.
And I want to grab hold of you and let you know,
that if this second was spent away from you, my heart would no longer beat.

I want to let you know that in this second,
no one loves you more than I do, and no one ever can.
I want to show you that every second.
Because time is not to be wasted.
The clock will stop.

And when it does I do not want your time to be spent without knowing.
Without being aware that you were the one to make my heart race,
make it slower, steadier, and at times, untraceable.
Yet your only goal is to win the game, slow and steady.
Wasting every second that should matter more now than when the clock started.