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Everyone always wants to live in the fast lane.
And they all tell me I should do the same.
But why should I?

I don't want to run by people who could enrich my life
I don't want to go a hundred miles a minute.

I want to enjoy life.
Stop and smell the flowers,
Not see them and say "oh how pretty"

I want to love hard,
Not much.

I want to feel the soft embrace of a dedicated lover
Not just of everyone who throws an offer my way.

If I'm being completely honest
As long as I reach the air and finally feel my colors change
I'm okay with whatever happens around me

And maybe when I jump in a car with some pals and scream with them "ROAD TRIP"
I'm okay with running a hundred miles a minute.

But someone, once I'm in that left lane,
Please remind me to stop and breathe.
Remind me that life isn't just the wind blowing in my hair or the music turned up loud

Life itself is hidden in the dull moments.

And don't just remind me that life is worth living through those dull moments
Remind me to cherish how slow things can go.
How beautiful people get when they show you their souls
And only in dull moments and awkward silences can you see that in them

Only in loneliness can you find out who you are when you stand alone

Always remind me of those things
Because when you start running like that you get addicted to the adrenalin

But if you slow down,
If you see how people are made of comets and stardust
Maybe you can see that you yourself are, too.

If you live your life in the left lane,
How can you take the proper exit?
The exits that hold the best times are off to the right.

Don't tell me to live in the fast lane.
I don't want to brush past people
I don't want to be inside this shell that keeps me from slowing down

Thanks for your offer, but I think I'm well off
I have flowers to smell and people to meet
Blue canvas
Smudged with
Patterned clouds
Streaks of light
Kisses the edges
Golden hues
Seen through
Swaying trees
Nature’s brush
Still at work
Perfecting the artwork
Evokes the beauty
Enduring masterpiece
Flights of fancy
Fly towards beauty
Millions of spectators
Stupefied by brilliance
 May 2015 Carol Shelton
Poetic T
Bathed in the winds of butterfly
Wings, the breeze kisses my face.

A kaleidoscope of colour migrates
Touching every sense as I walk.

In the tall grass swaying like ebbing
Waves that tickles my thighs.

Shaded green from above, resting
Upon this oak, we both breath.

Alive yet one is free and stationary, while
The other is a prisoner always able to move
To any and every place.
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