Race Of Standing Still, The - ZAO

I’m racing racing towards it

Like when I was a small boy

Cutting through a waving field

Decorated by summer sunlight

Unable to remember

Unable to forget

Unable yet at peace

Unable yet scared

I’m racing racing towards it with fear and excitement

They seem unseperable

They seem so far apart

They are my close friends

They are my very ghosts

I’m racing towards it

Holding perfectly still

In the race of standing still