Slow-down
1 Corinthians 3:18 New English Translation (NET Bible)
18 Guard against self-deception, each of you. If someone among you thinks he is wise in this age,
let him become foolish so that he can become wise.
Slow-down
Don’t get in a hurry the day is barely waking
Already thoughts are roaming outside of set boundaries
Uncontrollable they are grasping reality outpacing
Into directions of lust and greed ignoring fate’s sly pounding
Stretching like blanket, time strokes away from the wrinkles
A place prepared for rest alone for the ones now in trance
Volunteers and the appointed, the smart ones and the simple
Are herded altogether one by one for a fateful silent dance
The rhythm softly pounding to supply a hypnotic dimension
Eyes now simply staring into the nothingness that seems there
Dullness captures the minds in such releasing all the tension
As in a zombie-like estate, they are accepting all that appears fair
Like a bridge spans over the water and a scraper touches the sky
All things now seem possible in this “Confucius” state of dreams
Not thinking too much farther as the world tastes like cream-pie
And most things appear in good taste through about every means
What is really waiting for them when reality comes along?
Will, it hit with a deadly force, or will it slowly just creep in?
What will the effect be when it conquers the outfaced throng?
Will, there be lots of remorse before sullen depression sets in?
Is there a way to hang the one who beguiled me deep within?
Can I kill the bastard that leads me often by the nose?
If I can comprehend it truly or I’ll be just like the kingpin
Before the ball hit me in the gut to strike me in my silly pose
Jan Wienen
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