I have always raced through life

Hoping to catch d answers on d way

But only I crossed countless questions

A question to question... suffocates

I tried to steal life forwarding

But slowly it pulls me backward

I flee d scratches in my hand

So clearly I can read my palm

Thirteen, Eighteen come Twenty-two

Older years denied long confusion

But when I thought I never understand life

It drives on to understand my ways

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