Capturing each moment of life
Moving backwards
Moving forwards
Life speeding past
Around this race track
Capturing each moment of life
Grasping my hand
As day turns to night
Living the reality
We wish it was just a film on an old camera reel
Yet, we cry as we realise it is real
This is no James Bond movie with an over exaggerated plot
This is real
How we wish it was not
The vivid pictures on our big TV screen
As I realise it could well have just have been me
In our minds we wish it was just a war film on repeat
On repeat
We really don’t want to watch
Yet, we remain glued to our seat
Our race track is so unpredictable
Many well worn bumps and curves
How we all just want to look down from a stadium seat
Where we are all just undistinguishable blobs
No one looks human
Yet, on the well worn race track we run
Sometimes it really isn’t fun
We are living our life on the old camera reel
What we see is just an unfortunate reality
I taste the fresh cold air
I grasp out my giving hand to show I really care
Fixated to our comfy seat
We cannot move
No matter how much we really want to
We continue to watch the real life camera reel
Moving backwards
Moving forwards
Life speeding past
Around this race track
Capturing each moment of life
Toria
13/3/2022
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