Race

Bum.
Bum.
Bum.
My hear stutters as I draw near.
Bum.
Bum.
Bum.
I can’t even think over the sound.
Bum.
Bum.
Bum.
As if I just ran a marathon, yet I sit here staring into space.
Bum.
Bum.
Bum.
A steady pace until I look up to your eyes meeting mine
bumbumbumbum
All of a sudden I cannot think
bumbumbumbum
And my heart beats faster than my mind can think
bumbumbumbum
For once can my mind win the race
bumbumbumbum
The rhythm of a foolish thought
bum
bum
bum.

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