chariots of fire

this is what we have grown into

living for the nights

mornings to die for

dreaming so hard

reality never dawns upon us

the world under a soft surreal sheen

life blurred along the edges

impossible used to make sense

now it is just another redlight to run

drenched in music

tasting colours

whizzing past the stars

in a sky too bland

in search of god

to save him from himself

or from us