There and Home

They're too fast

They speak of things I don't understand

Their lips are quick but their minds are slow here 

I would rather be there 

Here the harrowing hardships are fast 

Not slow enough to listen 

Do you sleep soundly? I do only sometimes 

Silence is sorrow 

Lights are life and sleeping is for tomorrow 

And I've returned only for today 

Taking a break from their breaches of bliss 

They're too fast here