I’ve always been in the slow lane
on the slow track
because the freeway fights
are not for me
Ferdinand the Bull
smelling the flowers
dreaming of the fast lane
without effort.
I’ve missed high-speed crashes
going places
too fast
where I thought I wanted to go
but given time
to think
I took the turn-off.
There were women
I dreamed about
but I went too slow
and somebody always got there first
Now…
I’m thankfully alone
given time, to think for myself
letting others rush
into things.
I watch them
on a slow afternoon
from a safe distance
as they yell and scream in pain
even their compassion is cruel.
Now, I’m not even moving
I’m waiting
and waiting is a delight.
I’ve done things so differently
more intentionally
learning the music I like
wearing clothes two decades old
then buying new ones.
Somehow, not being in a hurry
is a decadent rush
I’m god
watching everyone
go fast
appreciating the details that are never seen.
I didn’t choose to go slow
I just got left behind
Now…
delicious desserts and expensive dinners
belong to people who eat prestige.
I see no point in trying to catch up
I talk to the people who’ve been left behind
some are bitter
some are sweet
some are bland
few care
how blessed they really are.
Going slow should be studied in school
but those who go fast
would never slow down for it
they are always trying to fill their minds with facts
and
my mind is totally empty
like a clear blue sky
on a slow afternoon.
slow and steady!
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Yes! 🙂
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A mellow flow, it’s not such a terrible pace when you can take it all in.
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Yes indeed, Scriberly! Thanks for reading! 🙂
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My pleasure!
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I love this ; love the Ferdinand the Bull reference and ‘somehow not being in a hurry is a decadent rush’ ; I’m going to have another read 🙂
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Glad you liked it John Malone!!!
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