Racing

Racing like I'm running
from
or to
you

Hands are sweaty
Heart is fast
I'm racing like I'm running

Never with you
Always from or to you

With you, time stands still

But, getting there is always like jumping on a spinning merry-go-round

And once I'm on, the edge of the thing makes me dizzy

So.

I get in the center. Where it's still. And, I stay.

As long as I can. Til the ride reverses. Once again.