Racing to the End
It seems that our life
Is about racing to the next best thing
Even when we are young
The pattern is there
I wanna be a big girl
I wanna be able to read
I wanna do things on my own
I don't need you
Lemme do it myself
We always are racing to the bigger, better things
When we are grown
A new, but familiar pattern emerges
I want to get married
I want to get my career started
I want to be own my own
I can do this by myself
It is not until it is too late that we realise
We want to slow down
Enjoy want we have
In
This
Moment
I wish I spent more time with my parents
I want to remember what it was like to be carefree
I'm not ready to leave
I'm not finished yet
Unfortunately, this is not the way life works
We cannot go back
We cannot change the past
The one thing we can do
Is enjoy the life we have
While
We
Still
Can
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