Before there's sense, there is balance,
And so I cannot comprehend.
How there's laughter in the tears,
In final moments when you are near.

Things move slowly, as they should,
I'm in the future, where I'm stood.
Cheering, urging, getting stressed,
Because I'm ready, and I'm dressed.

Get a move on, come on time,
Fucking cross the finish line.
Don't talk patience with me now,
I swear it's over, down and out.

I am sure but time is slow,
And I'm waiting, feeling low,...