I’ve thought about everything for too long
Introspection is such a waste of ones life
Took it slow when I could’ve gone so fast
First and second gears have burnt my engine out
No regrets for a past that was slow
But no excuses to not be in overdrive now
Rev it up, fire up all eight
There’s still enough runway for the wheels to be up
Every moment becomes even more precious by the moment
Not a chance that I’ll write this poem again
Even if I do, I’ll remind myself once more
To Stop Thinking, To Live It Up, and To Just Do It
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