I didn’t stop running. How could I? All I wanted to do all my life was run! Run! I kept my eyes focused not bothering to look at anyone else. This was me, running on the track. Just like I always wanted!
Raks do you know my track. I want to know about your track. I always want to notice you when you are with your friends. I love you dear. I want many things from you.
There is a train track in the neighborhood where I live. It runs right through the old town square. It is old and rusted from disuse. The trains stopped coming through here in the 1970s. Now it lays there alone and unneeded, a silent reminder of better times.
I want to stay on it. I’ve been on many. Music. I love music tracks. How do you konw you’re on the right track? Where is my track leading? How did I get on here? I’m tracking well, tracking towards you and this is how I know I love you.
track people going somewhere they never knew they were going listening to track they’ve never heard in a car they didn’t buy with money they don’t own as they cruise the streets they’ve never rode.
She ran,
she ran,
she ran,
towards the light at the end of the track….
Slowly,
her breathing became heavy,
her chest heaving,
her lungs screaming for air,
Her feet slowed,
until every step was a struggle,
and finally
she crumpled to the ground
and stretched her fingers to the light
in a final, desperate attempt
as her heart
beat itself
out.
Allen just couldn’t keep track; so many lies to so many people and he’d only been at the party for 1 hour. How was he going to keep this up for the rest of the night? Had he told Tracy he was a fireman or a policeman? And he was pretty sure Ben had seen right through his ‘lingerie model’ girlfriend story. Why did he always do this to himself?
I walked only a small part of the Camino, the track, the Way to Santiago but it was an experience to last a lifetime. A pilgrimage they call it, yet to where is the question…
Everybody says I gotta find the right track and stay on it. That’s when I’ll reach success. But if I stay on only one track all the way, then where can I explore the new adventures and all the possibilities waiting for me just behind those trees or on the other side of the river?
As I walk across a beach, leaving footprints in my wake, I track the seconds it has taken me to get from point a to point b. I stop and turn around. The waves have rolled in, and erased the tracks. I stand alone, facing the sun, past erased.
I have not done one thing right since I got here. And I hate her. Was she put on this earth to make me feel like everything I worked for was for not? Satanic bitch. I am on the right track. She can suck
Jumping in front of a train may look dangerous but for an Italian in Milan–it is just how you get to the other side of the track to make your morning commute.
I keep your memory beside me and my gluttony involves gorging myself on what you are now while trying to throw up what we once were. I tracked you down on facebook.. now what?
The woman in her chair called for cornrows. A steady collection of braided hair to crown her scalpy-smelling head. Yet it was hard for the hair dresser to keep track of each row as she daydreamed of places beyond the salon.
track. i remember cassette tapes. It was so cheap a long time ago. When you buy a CD it means youre much cooler, richer. Right now, tracks are just a button away. You can easily google them out and hear it from another firewall to the next without even purchasing a single record from Music one.
I ran all the way to the school just to get to the track field and do some laps. Afterwards I was so exhausted, I couldn’t even see. Everything was a blur. I wanted so badly to go home, but I had no ride. I wanted to puke. My legs hurt so bad.
This track i’m on
is leading my astray
but, you know, i dare not go another way
yes, this one is right
right now, right here
and although my future is anything but clear
i cannot wait to widen my track
and go and go and never look back
Wow I really love this track. I think it’s derived from the Beatdown theme. It’s fantastic, quite possibly my favourite theme, maybe right after the Black King’s theme from Rex Duodecim Angelus. I wish someone would use that in a song.
I thought I knew where I was headed, but suddenly everything in my world has been ransacked, the destruction operator took over and removed everything that wasn’t working … all at once. Where to now? I thought I knew where I was headed.
One track mind. 8 track tapes. Run around the track. Track your progress. Track with your eyes. Tract? Traction? Track. Tracking. Tracker. Heart attack. Tracked. Tracking. Tracks. Animal tracks. Animal trackers.
Track. Which one am I on? The right one? The wrong one? How am I ever going to know? So much judgement around this all the time. maybe there is no wrong one? Its just ‘the one’ for better or worse. I need a sign along the track – just a little one to tell me I’m heading in the right one. What does your track look like? Twisty, bendy, straight?
I was on the road to good things. But cocaine was too enticing and my mind was far too young. So I met up with these people who promised a good time. They made good on their assurance, but a good time was had too long. Now I’m in my thirties with no prospects and little joy. What I wouldn’t give to get a refund on cocaine.
She stares down the curve of track, her breath freezing into white smoke puffs in the air. Her legs tense, toes curling in her sneakers as she prepares to take off, flying down the stretch like a falcon on a frigid morning.
1500m. That was all. Shoes in front of me, all I can see, I remind myself to look up. My shoes don’t have spikes, I’m worried I might slip. It is raining. I am sprinting now, I can’t see past all the rain in my eyes, but I know the curve of the track like the back of my hand.
We were on track to spend the rest of our live together. Somewhere you stepped of. I was still going full speed. It was not till later, when I realized you were gone. Where did you go?
STAY ON TRACK, ABRA. STAY ON TRACK, ABRA. STAY ON TRACK, ABRA. STAY ON TRACK, ABRA. STAY ON TRACK, ABRA. STAY ON TRACK, ABRA. STAY ON TRACK, ABRA. STAY ON TRACK, ABRA. STAY ON TRACK, ABRA. STAY ON TRACK, ABRA. STAY ON TRACK, ABRA.
RUNNING IS INSPIRING WHN YOU HAVE THE TRACK IN FRONT OF YOU. YOU GET TO BE COMFY AND WEAR SHORTS AND SHIRTS THAT ARE FRESH AND LIGHT WEIGHT. THE GRASS NEAR THE TRACK ALWAYS GIVES IT A NICE FEEL.
Are you on track? Is this truly in alignment with your deepest self?
Weaving in and off the track is like swinging a pendulum
back and forth, back and forth.
Allowing us to eventually come closer into equilibrium.
Dynamic ever-changing equilibrium, that is.
I didn’t stop running. How could I? All I wanted to do all my life was run! Run! I kept my eyes focused not bothering to look at anyone else. This was me, running on the track. Just like I always wanted!
Raks do you know my track. I want to know about your track. I always want to notice you when you are with your friends. I love you dear. I want many things from you.
There is a train track in the neighborhood where I live. It runs right through the old town square. It is old and rusted from disuse. The trains stopped coming through here in the 1970s. Now it lays there alone and unneeded, a silent reminder of better times.
I want to stay on it. I’ve been on many. Music. I love music tracks. How do you konw you’re on the right track? Where is my track leading? How did I get on here? I’m tracking well, tracking towards you and this is how I know I love you.
track people going somewhere they never knew they were going listening to track they’ve never heard in a car they didn’t buy with money they don’t own as they cruise the streets they’ve never rode.
You tracked me down. I see you lurking. Out there. Lingering. Like the scars you left me with.
She ran,
she ran,
she ran,
towards the light at the end of the track….
Slowly,
her breathing became heavy,
her chest heaving,
her lungs screaming for air,
Her feet slowed,
until every step was a struggle,
and finally
she crumpled to the ground
and stretched her fingers to the light
in a final, desperate attempt
as her heart
beat itself
out.
Allen just couldn’t keep track; so many lies to so many people and he’d only been at the party for 1 hour. How was he going to keep this up for the rest of the night? Had he told Tracy he was a fireman or a policeman? And he was pretty sure Ben had seen right through his ‘lingerie model’ girlfriend story. Why did he always do this to himself?
I walked only a small part of the Camino, the track, the Way to Santiago but it was an experience to last a lifetime. A pilgrimage they call it, yet to where is the question…
I am a man. I am told that means I have a one-track mind. But we all know that cliche is bull shit–created by a woman who only thinks about shopping.
Everybody says I gotta find the right track and stay on it. That’s when I’ll reach success. But if I stay on only one track all the way, then where can I explore the new adventures and all the possibilities waiting for me just behind those trees or on the other side of the river?
winding, sometimes endless, round, game, animals, bear hunt, running, race, forest, wilderness, winning, sprinting,
As I walk across a beach, leaving footprints in my wake, I track the seconds it has taken me to get from point a to point b. I stop and turn around. The waves have rolled in, and erased the tracks. I stand alone, facing the sun, past erased.
I have not done one thing right since I got here. And I hate her. Was she put on this earth to make me feel like everything I worked for was for not? Satanic bitch. I am on the right track. She can suck
Jumping in front of a train may look dangerous but for an Italian in Milan–it is just how you get to the other side of the track to make your morning commute.
I keep your memory beside me and my gluttony involves gorging myself on what you are now while trying to throw up what we once were. I tracked you down on facebook.. now what?
this is my favorite track on the cd. im on the right track. he followed her tracks in the snow. racing around the track.
The woman in her chair called for cornrows. A steady collection of braided hair to crown her scalpy-smelling head. Yet it was hard for the hair dresser to keep track of each row as she daydreamed of places beyond the salon.
track. i remember cassette tapes. It was so cheap a long time ago. When you buy a CD it means youre much cooler, richer. Right now, tracks are just a button away. You can easily google them out and hear it from another firewall to the next without even purchasing a single record from Music one.
I ran all the way to the school just to get to the track field and do some laps. Afterwards I was so exhausted, I couldn’t even see. Everything was a blur. I wanted so badly to go home, but I had no ride. I wanted to puke. My legs hurt so bad.
This track i’m on
is leading my astray
but, you know, i dare not go another way
yes, this one is right
right now, right here
and although my future is anything but clear
i cannot wait to widen my track
and go and go and never look back
Getting life on track… getting back on track. Finding my footing.. getting my ground. Life after you isn’t easy…
Wow I really love this track. I think it’s derived from the Beatdown theme. It’s fantastic, quite possibly my favourite theme, maybe right after the Black King’s theme from Rex Duodecim Angelus. I wish someone would use that in a song.
I thought I knew where I was headed, but suddenly everything in my world has been ransacked, the destruction operator took over and removed everything that wasn’t working … all at once. Where to now? I thought I knew where I was headed.
One track mind. 8 track tapes. Run around the track. Track your progress. Track with your eyes. Tract? Traction? Track. Tracking. Tracker. Heart attack. Tracked. Tracking. Tracks. Animal tracks. Animal trackers.
Slap – dash
Splish – splash
Slip – smash
Pick yourself up again
Give it your all to stay on track
The track is the only ground I’ve ever known. Left turn by left tern my years fly by me as the bright stadium lights.
Track. Which one am I on? The right one? The wrong one? How am I ever going to know? So much judgement around this all the time. maybe there is no wrong one? Its just ‘the one’ for better or worse. I need a sign along the track – just a little one to tell me I’m heading in the right one. What does your track look like? Twisty, bendy, straight?
tack
I was on the road to good things. But cocaine was too enticing and my mind was far too young. So I met up with these people who promised a good time. They made good on their assurance, but a good time was had too long. Now I’m in my thirties with no prospects and little joy. What I wouldn’t give to get a refund on cocaine.
there was a cat running on the race track lighting mcqueen races on a track track is a sport that is super fun
She stares down the curve of track, her breath freezing into white smoke puffs in the air. Her legs tense, toes curling in her sneakers as she prepares to take off, flying down the stretch like a falcon on a frigid morning.
1500m. That was all. Shoes in front of me, all I can see, I remind myself to look up. My shoes don’t have spikes, I’m worried I might slip. It is raining. I am sprinting now, I can’t see past all the rain in my eyes, but I know the curve of the track like the back of my hand.
We were on track to spend the rest of our live together. Somewhere you stepped of. I was still going full speed. It was not till later, when I realized you were gone. Where did you go?
I follow one of those.
You know, being an adult and such.
Except I made sure to bejewel my goddamn track. That’s just how I roll (fabulously).
STAY ON TRACK, ABRA. STAY ON TRACK, ABRA. STAY ON TRACK, ABRA. STAY ON TRACK, ABRA. STAY ON TRACK, ABRA. STAY ON TRACK, ABRA. STAY ON TRACK, ABRA. STAY ON TRACK, ABRA. STAY ON TRACK, ABRA. STAY ON TRACK, ABRA. STAY ON TRACK, ABRA.
The train sped on the track. People smiled. Kids screamed. “Woo hoo!” One little girl said.
RUNNING IS INSPIRING WHN YOU HAVE THE TRACK IN FRONT OF YOU. YOU GET TO BE COMFY AND WEAR SHORTS AND SHIRTS THAT ARE FRESH AND LIGHT WEIGHT. THE GRASS NEAR THE TRACK ALWAYS GIVES IT A NICE FEEL.
little footsteps
in the sand
little fingers
in my hand
prints on the shore
track alongside
together, mother daughter
always abide
Are you on track? Is this truly in alignment with your deepest self?
Weaving in and off the track is like swinging a pendulum
back and forth, back and forth.
Allowing us to eventually come closer into equilibrium.
Dynamic ever-changing equilibrium, that is.