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Faster, Faster, More, More


The world races by
Faster than we can see.
A dazzle of light and sound.
It quickens the wit but numbs the scences.

It contradicts me
my gift, my ability.
To notice the world around.
From the stars above to the picket fences.

More and more I long
For a peaceful quiet
Somewhere to gather my thoughts.
To ponder the world and my place in it.

It must be quite wrong
To attempt to try it!
The mere thought makes me distraught.
I guess I should stop and learn to submit.

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