Lost in the Tracks of the Future
The clock speaks loudly but never clearly,
It's ticking feeds both hope and fear.
I follow signs that bend and bend,
Not knowing where the lines will end.
Dreams pile up like towns unseen,
Between what is and what has been.
I walk through noise, I walk through truth,
Still wearing doubts from borrowed youth.
If I am lost, let it be there,
Where risk is breath and faith is air.
For even lost, I move ahead,
On tracks the future softly spread.
We Win Together
One Mission
One Goal
See you at the top
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