The speed of life changes day in and day out.
One moment it feels as though the speed of life couldn’t travel any slower,
Next thing you know life is blowing towards you faster than you can manage.
And then life engulfs you,
And drowns you in time
And you try to stay afloat because you have hope that the speed of life will one day travel at your pace.
But the minutes swiftly flash by your adolescent eyes,
The hours flow down your river like a sailboat in disguise,
And you try to grip onto the precious seconds,
You try to suck every ounce of perfection out of them,
But in the end you’ll always be overtaken by time,
Because the seconds just slip through your fingers like water and wine.
You beg your God to stop throwing mountains of future at you,
The mountains that block your view from the worlds that lay just ahead,
You fear that your blind choice of a path will result in you being misled.
Then in the dead of night,
When the darkness absorbs the light,
And the psychedelics are just to your right,
You ask yourself if you truly want a glimpse of the worlds that lay just beyond the mountains of life that are soaring towards you.
And you reach far into the corners of your mind to summon the answer,
Only to realize that the answer has been waiting for acknowledgement,
Waiting for you on the most outer layer of your mind.
You reach for it
And accept it.
You welcome the rush of time because it blurs out the future,
And it brings mystery to a life that would otherwise be as predictable as the sun when it rises.
You don’t want to see what waits for you just beyond the mountains