Our minds are racing faster than a gazelle
So many thoughts, most we’ll never tell
On the surface you cannot see
Nothing is as it appears
Not our hopes, not our dreams
Not our lives or our fears
Sometimes we don’t cry when we should be shedding tears
Bottle our emotions and send them away
We radiate perfection, we smile outwardly
The surface is clean, but it is not pure
Underneath our minds are at war
The Road Less Run 