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Feb 2015
Nobody has time to define
their own beginnings
middles and ends
non linear format
muttering disguise through minimalism and simplicity
in it's rawest of transformations
and I can't bare to sit still long enough
to appreciate it.
The world is going too fast
we can't sit still
shaking our legs at our desk
instant updates
sweet sugar
instant pleasure
instant
asap
at a whim
we're moving so fast
we can't slow down
not enough to appreciate
a tune that can lift you
and carry you
into a mindful experience.
I'd like to lay here
and listen to the bloodflows of sohn
but I was raised in this very fast world
and I don't know how to slow down
to close my eyes
and listen
without checking my texts and notifications
I can't slow down
I can't be still
I can't breath.
Sohn's music is good for learning how to slow down...
then again I couldn't listen to it for a minute
without running off to write this poem
typing so fast
it's filled with typos
that I have to go back and fix
but fix it too fast
so I miss some- -
I move too fast.
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