slow down
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Sometimes we run.
Just run. And run.
Sometimes not fast enough
to escape our problems.
But sometimes we run
so fast
we forget to
slow down
and enjoy our gift.
The river rushes westward,
the edges licking
clay banks
and rock faces,
like a thirteen year old boy
trying to figure out how to French kiss.
A breeze whistles from the north,
Just a little longer please
This thing called life is moving too fast.
I can’t keep up
The current held me back somewhere along the way.
I like to start slow
I don't wana misinterprete the flow
My mind takes a while to engage
Constant weed Smoke
All different flavours of super strains
No need for legalisation
We already Smoke power haze
My life, is great compared to some others,
There is no logic for me to worry,
I am loved by both father and mother,
Thanks to whom, I never need to hurry.
Yet I live in the world, surrounded by:
Slow down, you're moving too fast.
Smell the flowers, try to make it last.
You only get to be this age once.
Darling you're doing fine.
Got your heart broken muliple times.
Breathe
Woah!
Where are you going?
Why all the rush?
Your strides are lengthy
Your heart’s beating fast
Stop
Right here, with me
Take my hand
I’ll show you
The beauty you’re missing
