"If I keep a constant speed"

And suddenly, the world seems such a perfect place.

Inexplicable; I don't know the truth. As silly as it is, slowly unnerving. I can no longer keep up to the past. What about tomorrow?

I'm feeling nostalgic. Good times tend to fly. Venturing into a place where everything goes your way is unfortunately, impossible. So, stop trying.

If I keep a constant speed
And watch everything rush past me
It's the quickest way to leave it all behind
Only, it never leaves