Cold as a stone in the sky,
Floating all around
Waiting till it hits the ground.
Fore' you know it, it will all
Wash into your brain,
Cause you suffering, and the pain will
Choke you off your breath,
Leave you wondering and waiting,
For the pain, to melt away.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Speed, the sucker...
I'm slow.
What I really want to say is, I like to be slow. There's nothing more I'd wish for, if I was to be handed a book, and given a lot of time to understand what every line in the book was meant to mean. It would indeed make my day if the world slowed down to a numb buzz for a minute or two allowing me to see, analyze, interpret and comprehend all. If there was time enough for me to see that falling drop wobble itself into a sphere, only to get dismembered by the merciless undulations of an ever consuming ground. But apparently, these joyous trinkets are not what I'm made to live for. Bigger, better things are meant to await my presence in the ever near, never near future.
Its a shame we are all off our hinges in this madly accelerating world. Its a shame how deadlines can ruin a perfectly good day of learning. Its a shame we can do nothing but speed up, to keep up. Its a shame the world of poets is just a figment of my imagination. Its a shame we've let it all go dizzy and haywire. Its a cryin' shame that all I'll ever want to do is to slow down, when all I can afford to do, is try to run faster....and faster... and faster.
What I really want to say is, I like to be slow. There's nothing more I'd wish for, if I was to be handed a book, and given a lot of time to understand what every line in the book was meant to mean. It would indeed make my day if the world slowed down to a numb buzz for a minute or two allowing me to see, analyze, interpret and comprehend all. If there was time enough for me to see that falling drop wobble itself into a sphere, only to get dismembered by the merciless undulations of an ever consuming ground. But apparently, these joyous trinkets are not what I'm made to live for. Bigger, better things are meant to await my presence in the ever near, never near future.
Its a shame we are all off our hinges in this madly accelerating world. Its a shame how deadlines can ruin a perfectly good day of learning. Its a shame we can do nothing but speed up, to keep up. Its a shame the world of poets is just a figment of my imagination. Its a shame we've let it all go dizzy and haywire. Its a cryin' shame that all I'll ever want to do is to slow down, when all I can afford to do, is try to run faster....and faster... and faster.
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