Slow passing, slow moving,
It takes far too long.
Sometimes it feels like being stuck,
and all I want is to be gone.
Fast, but not too fast,
slow, but not too slow,
The pace of perfection, of life?
So hard to achieve, and so easy
to lose sight of.
So, I speed up, fast, faster,
Things to blurs, blurs to streaks.
A dizzying high of careless abandon.
But, the wall draws up, dead ahead.........
.......and I know I'm going too fast.
