Late

Rushing through the brink of time

Trying to redirect the fate of his prime

Avoiding a potential nosedive

Cause there's never gonna be a chance to refire

Nerving his chase

With so much fear in the face

Grilling through the race

To find a place to lay his ace

Forgetting the challenges pressing

Neglecting the opponent's efforts

To the ground, he came crashing

Cause the ace he couldn't catch up