slow down

stop and relent,

the world is

blurring

 

before me.

the lines are

non-existent,

 

but that doesn't

mean that they're

not there,

 

you just

can't exactly

see them.

 

so quit

attempting to

sort through

 

the myriad

of colors running

down the canvas,

 

take your foot

off the accelerator,

and try to cruise

 

along, not

really doing

anything.

 

you don't

have to speed,

the cops

 

are starting

to notice.

slow down,

 

and make

an effort

to make

 

sense

of it

all.

The End

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