Don't look back. Keep moving. We must keep moving.
The sight of it will paralyze and mesmerize. We can't stop now.
We must keep moving. Don't look back.
We can smell it catching up, we are downwind.
The air is electrified. It's crackling.
We mustn't look back now.
We left a bad place. It's not far enough away to rest just yet.
It gains in long steps, we gain in short. We can be faster.
Don't breathe through your nose. Eyes straight ahead.
It's getting cold, we will catch our death.
Keep moving.
And the light will travel with us.
I like those songs that get started rocky and choppy and ugly...and then hit that sweet spot and flow forth into perfection. Like a laboring engine. The thing sputters and spats and grinds to a stop, and then sputters and spats and kicks into a roar...and then the thing just purrs.
P.S. That passage above was not ripped off from a song. I made it up. Haha, Seaaan.
