The foot is on the pedal the sprint is unbroken
Clamoring for action even before the word is spoken
This steeplechase is slowly making me a bit queasy
I wish I could step off the treadmill and take it a little easy
Life is racing past even as I ace the rat race
I want to breathe in the scenery I wish to cut off the pace
The expectancies are higher the performances contrived
Social pressures are replacing simple pleasures I derived
This constant need to keep update with trends and crazes
I wish I could ignore it all the criticisms and the praises
Life is racing past even as I stop for a respite
Did we really opt for this existence this state is so contrite
This rainbow is a mirage capturing colored desires in a prism
I call it crafty marketing they call it capitalism
Jargon is clervely whitewashed and packaged in gold
Someone somewhere decides my needs and lo! I am sold
Life is racing past even as I recall indulgences that had no cost
Now at every turn of the road hoarders and hoardings accost
Where am I heading the shaft is speeding towards a dead-end
The ones who hold my being for ransom select each trend
I am lured into a life of a lifetime eyes blinded by the bright light
The shine is Lucifer’s hallmark I am actually hurtling towards night
Life is racing past even as I try to hit pause button with all my might
There is no giving up now or ever. There will be a way to set it right