RaceAdrenalin rushFlyingFaster, fasterTurn aroundCome back againThe finishGasping for airI look aroundHave I won?Have I lost?I cling to the wallIt all seems so shortFor the time spent preparing
EscapeIt's a dark and stormy nightOut hereIt's even darker and stormierIn thereBut there's always a chanceIn thereTo become someoneOut here, chances are like dreamsNot real, childishCan we be blamedFor escaping?
TechnologyEvery daySomething newConnecting usRevealing usConcealing usHiding behind the screenI become myselfThe mask falls awayKnowing that it isn't needed
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