Escape

Am I chasing something, or am I being chased?
What am I running towards, what am I running from?
I don't know; the world is a blur
Nothing really stays long enough to be understood
Everything's so loud and yet it seems I can't hear a thing they're saying

What if I break down and stopped running?
Will they stop and stare, or will they carry on apathetic as ever?
Run, run, I need to keep running
I can't escape the need to run
It catches me even in my sleep before each day starts
But it should be alright; I ought to look fine on the outside
Speed on by before anyone notices I'm broken
Run, run, can't stop running
All the lights are glaring; everyone's gawking
But what am I even looking at?

Will someone catch me and fix me?
Or will I be left alone to run
From someone that had never looked back at me?
Running and running, I feel as if I chase a ghost buried in distant what-ifs.
Running from the ghost always at the back of my mind
I can't win

If it's only a matter of time before we're all gone
Is it so awful to be built faster than everyone else?
If I ran, if I disappeared
Would anything matter at all?
It's just another breath into the wastegate of many
Maybe I should stop for good.