Sweating out the hours meticulously
collected, pinpointed and highlighted.
Scratching off events and fifth lines
for a better sense of purpose.
Tallying up what's gone done for good.
On the outskirts of familiarity,
complacency has terminal light.
And total silence, a welcome foreign language.
Outrun them all.
Outrun their marathon.
Outrun them on everyone's time but my own.