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Take It Slow to Take It in
The slow road never gets enough credit
Taking it in as you take it slow
Rarely grips onto the made masses
Busily grappling with their go, go shows
Too busy to smell the fallen pine needles
Collected in warm heaps across wet paths
Taking note of each unperturbed piece
Passing, flicking in concession fence, uninhabited
House, person rotting, mouse hiding
Whenever, wherever, taking time
To walk beside the moment
Instead of to the moment
Before you reach the moment
The slow lane, the slow way
The slow escapade, the slow ending
The slower you go the longer you’ve got
Society is in a race with itself
To acquire, to attain, to circumnavigate
To own, to serve, to purge on what’s
Being served up, steaming hot, ready to go
Swarmed at by the bumbling masses
To be surrounded by what’s on the boil
What’s being shoved in our faces
We’ve forgotten the age of our souls
How long we’ve really got, here, there
Somewhere else, the slower you go
The more you stand to learn, to grow
And to see, see people see