You don’t have to crash to slow down. Then, again, sometimes you do.
Catching Up
I struck down
The hi ways and bye ways of life
Seeking the finer things
In an out-and-out quest
Willing to pay my weigh
Long that thorough fare
As square living
Just round
The corner
Looking forward too
Any brand of rush
And as I head down
That fast lane
In over drive
I crashed
In too sum thing
I couldn’t see
I found myself
Flat tired
Still
In cryptic silence
Having
Under
Gone
Awe that dear
Departed
In a singular sense
Experiencing
An udder route
Speechless
Taken back
As mum calling me
Slow down
Enough
For God too
Catch up
