Into the wild full speed ahead,
Life moves like a runaway steed,
Away from the submerged slowness,
Dragging anchors on the bottom,
Carrying blinded riders on its back,
Chasing electric dreams up the hill,
Fueled by promises and exoteric eyes,
Racing against runners with no legs,
Toward imaginary finish lines,
Caught up in a swirling mass.
Cling onto space
As matter stops
When the oceans run dry.
Life is a stationary dream
Left for dreamers
As they wake up
Into the wild.