Jul 29, 2006 12:51
You started at a crawl
Days lasted weeks
We'd wait a lifetime just to watch the sun go down
But with the certainty of the past
Fragments stretched behind an uncertain future
Your crawl became a march
Your march a run
Now the juggernaut, sprinting
Shoving toward a veiled finish
Eager to seek for rest
What's your fucking hurry?
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