Counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds was painful
Letting my emotions swing back and forth, back and forth, twisting my gut in knots
Observing how life seems to move in slow motion making breathing difficult
Can’t seem to make those hands spin any faster, even if I stare so hard at the thing I go blind
Killing time sounds like it would be easy, but now I realize time is killing me instead
Finding the darkness settling into his soul
Everything began to slow except his heartbeat
Animalistic screams escaped his tightening throat
Reaching up on tiptoes toward the full moon the transformation was complete
Relaxing against the wall, he watched his classmates convulse on the dance floor
Everything that night had been disastrous. First, his date ditched him
And she decided to slow dance with the person who used to be his best friend
Drinking his punch, he wondered what could possibly happen next, but then he laughed
Yes, he knew what was going to happen next. His master plan was working perfectly.
Maybe he wasn’t the most efficient person
Under duress, he could be even worse
Determination, though, was something he had in abundance
Determination to show those faster hares what a tortoise could do
Life could take the rat race and shove it
Eventually, he would make a better mousetrap and they would all have to slow down
Flying by quicker than a speeding bullet
And laughing at how slow that bullet really is
Seconds and minutes turn into hours before you know it
That is the type of speed that kills productivity
Spinning around and around in tighter and tighter circles
Putting my equilibrium into the fetal position
I try to stop, but the world is now spinning up as I slow down
Reaching for the floor, I miss
And fall into some space that I didn’t know existed
Living now the pinwheel life
Dazed and confused
I sit here in front of my screen
Zoom to teach my classes
Zoom to meet with colleagues
Yet at times it seems pretty slow
So many people just passed her by
Like she was mentally standing still
Outside their assumptions were correct
When you stopped and listened, you realized she was lightyears ahead.
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Furiously pedaling her bicycle she went all out
Amanda made it across town in record time, but she was still late
So she got there just as his bus pulled away so all she could do was wave goodbye
The next nine weeks were going to be so slow
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Passerby contribute to my well being
It warms the cockles of my sooty heart
Catching wild wallets, harvesting random rings
Keeping the richest, releasing the too poor
People might think I’m a thief
Only they couldn’t be farther from the truth
Culling the slow and the dull from their possessions
Karma dictates I do my part for the universe
Entrusting me to mete out cosmic balance
To add to my bank balance
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