Slow down

tonight,
tonight we search for lost time
tonight we bid for the past
the lights,
the dreams we have
the streets with the rushing crowd
where does lost time disappear to?

when we make too much haste of things
we don’t stop to notice people, or things, or ourselves

we walk without looking
forgetting that hurrying doesn’t always make up for time
it sometimes kills it

slow down
look around
and find out what you’ve been missing all around

the old woman by the roadside with a lost look
the kid who lost his ball
the squabbling lovers
your heartbeat

come back to the present, and the future will take care of itself

come back.

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