one step forward,
two steps back—
one step closer,
and I’ll fall
in the cracks.
hurry now, boys,
time won’t wait.
the judgement of
past conflicts
decides my fate.
a song and rhythm
I didn’t choose—
the beat’s got me hooked,
and I’m about to
blow a fuse.
greeted by the monsters
in my head,
trying to make sense
of this existential dread.
I just want
it to fast-forward—
to end.
hypnotic, so hypnotic,
it’s hard to unwind;
every twist and turn
makes it harder to find—
and get back
to baseline.
hurry now, boys,
time won’t wait.
the judgement of
past conflicts
decides my fate.
Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 4:32 AM UTC
one step forward,
two steps back—
one step closer,
and I’ll fall
in the cracks.
hurry now, boys,
time won’t wait.
the judgement of
past conflicts
decides my fate.
a song and rhythm
I didn’t choose—
the beat’s got me hooked,
and I’m about to
blow a fuse.
greeted by the monsters
in my head,
trying to make sense
of this existential dread.
I just want
it to fast-forward—
to end.
hypnotic, so hypnotic,
it’s hard to unwind;
every twist and turn
makes it harder to find—
and get back
to baseline.
hurry now, boys,
time won’t wait.
the judgement of
past conflicts
decides my fate.
Written under the echo of Foo Fighters’ The Teacher.
A reflection on time, rhythm, and the quiet wars fought in your own head.
Free-verse lyricism for the sleepless — where every heartbeat feels like a metronome counting down.
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