The Finish Line

[BeatOn_WriteOn]

I feel the words
crushing through my skin
inside my mind, crossing the line
trying to get through
before time is up.

Powerful emotion,
heart fills at every thought
of you, and me,
and infinite
possibilities. Just keep going.

The reality of dreams:
your hand in mine
head on your shoulder, heart getting bolder,
is strong enough to stop time.
If only i could cross the line. But time is running out.

All is not lost. It's never too late.
Depends on fate.
Thoughts running together.
Each second moves on,
lost in history.

Meaning vanquished through the process.
Words only make sense
Whenever we're together.
But it'll only get better
once I cross the finish line.