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Jan 2011
I was running full speed
with hands a-blur
Legs moved at warp speed
but I couldn't be sure
That my mind kept the same speed
as initially procured
Subtle hints in their voiced word speed
that my lungs endure
At the pace of vocal cords and their speed
to a heart that's pure
While I raced at the pace in the fast lane at full speed
I was ignorant for sure
To the signs of the fissures that form when spirits break at this speed
too small to see in this blur
So I raced for the carrot hung at the end of this rope, where we move at break neck speed
Like a pawn on a skewer
Where I was lead to believe, but it's hard to be certain when you're moving at this speed
Where's the truth on the lure
On the line of lies that they casted out of the reel of hope where the victims speed
As my face shows the fissure
From the hits I have taken by the promise of the shelter of a slower speed
Realized faith in the sewer
I slow enough to read the signs missed at my blistering speed
A shock to be sure
Led by misguided voice that speaks at light speed
from the mouths of the cur
NO U-Turn, maintain current speed
but there is no future
And as I started to lower the speed
their words were fewer
Traveling at old fool speed
I was now sure
That life's speed
was nothing but manure
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