Rush
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Today I painted my nails black
so next time I
dig them into your warm
cold, indifferent back
you might feel my anger
under your skin
and maybe my kiss might
There is the slight moment of regret
where we wish we could take it back
and if even for just a fraction of a second
we may hope it just scares us out of doing it again.
In Bogotá, the first stop on our waywe make inspection of Colomb'n fields.The natives smile, and at our feet they lay
Laced with excitement and terror
a fabrication of a dead dream
drowned out by the demands
the expectations
how they cripple our creations
“Can I have that to go?
But why do I ask?
Time doesn’t go slow,
And I have no better task.
But we are always running,
Away to better things.
Our aversion is stunning,
Such a rush
Not much to understand
Little time to be concise
Bundle all your thoughts
Into one swift move
Many in one
Fast to the line
Quick to quit?
Not so clever adapt
