Untitled - (WIP)

Thinking of the future
Your gut twists
Far from the birth of your overture
Far from your first kiss

Don't bring yourself
To a hell of your own design
You know that kind
of procrastination, relations across your mind
You're running out of time.

You'll never remember how
You used to run and
Lo, the memories bring you down
Don't let them bring you into the ground

Relax, carefully clutching your fate
Meet the date and smile
Greet your hostile
Kindness, your live bait

Giving up means you'll never get the chance to justify
Living up to every expectation 'till you die
Don't try to hide, fight and climb, excel past
The primal goal to survive.