The Sensation of Speed

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  • Frustrations Of Life

    The Sensation of Speed

    I envy slow-motion.

    I move at light speed,

    Hair on fire, pedal to the metal

    All out,

    Dawn ‘til dusk.

     

    Why can’t I ever make progress?

    Life is so fast, but nothing

    I pursue,

    Seems to be worth the race.

    I envy slow-motion.

     

    I like old movies,

    Old movies

    With a simple life,

    Small town living where

    People sit on their porch swing

    Star gaze

    Getting in touch

    In tune.

     

    Where a minute lasts sixty seconds

    And 24 hours make a day.

    I travel at light speed,

    But have no sensation of speed,

    Except I’m tired

    And envious of slow-motion.

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    AmandaNash commented on The Sensation of Speed

    08-10-2009

    I have read a few of your musings, I respect that your not drawn to rhyming every other word or so. It pulls you into your flow of writing just as strongly as the rhyme would flow on your tongue. I respect that. And as i read; i can relate your words to situations in life.Props
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