We hastefully hollow our hearts, pouring them into the lengths that continue. Beneath our feet we measure ourselves, each step a competition of self-worth. Thoughts racing and hearts pacing, we press deep into the day's embrace. Through rain we triumph, in the sun we shine. That is until the night overwhelms us. In the morning light, bright and welcomed, we gather our hearts. Collecting each moment, as we slowly begin to march, to the ceaseless beat in our chests. Each step comes with more haste, as we race in both time and place.