when you live your life too quickly, <br />you react as in a daze- <br />your reflexes are tested <br />as you stumble through the haze, <br /> <br />trying to see a pattern in the <br />blur that's rushing by; <br />you try to focus fully, <br />but the mist gets in your eyes: <br /> <br />it would be nice to talk to someone <br />wiser than yourself, <br />but you don't have time to think of what to say <br /> <br />... <br /> <br />when you live your life too slowly, <br />your enthusiasm goes <br />away; your mind slows with it, <br />and you feel that no one knows <br /> <br />all the thoughts you're thinking through, <br />the spinnings in your head- <br />you're tired of overthinking, <br />and wish you could act instead: <br /> <br />you don't get any further from the <br />place where you began <br />by analyzing every thought you have <br /> <br />... <br /> <br />come and take a walk with me <br />beneath the long-set sun- <br />i need a quiet stroll, and <br />you have caught the urge to run... <br /> <br />(for emily)<br /><br />R.S. Farris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/comprendre-la-vitesse/
