To pass the time. At sunrise we begin running nonstop until we find what we're looking for. In this world time is the enemy for those who are alive and living. The rest dig deeper with each new second counted. Wasting life, wasting time. Take a new road and run so to say in that last moment we had lived, not wasted. So watch the clock and count away your hours. Don't expect to hear from me. I'll be leaving in the morning to race the sun to the ocean to pass the time away