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| Annnnnnnnnd Go! Feb 2014 |
He moves so fast the air blurs and time has to chase him
That's how my mouth is
Gotta slow down
Let what I say have the momentum
Of reality
Immaturity screams by at breakneck speed
And the cleanup is too much for even FEMA
Let what I say have the insulation
Of adulthood
He moves so fast his arms become ribbons
That's how my anxiety can be
Gotta be calm
Let how I respond be grounded
Deeply rooted
Wind-driven waves of circumstance
Can overturn fossilized sequoia forests
Let how I respond be noble
Almost royal
He moves so fast
That's how I can be
The art of being still
Starts with admitting turbulence
The art of growing up
Starts with admitting childishness
He moves as a child
My soul is like a child
They both will grow
Despite themselves
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| Onward Looking © Tiffany Monique February 2014 |
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