Life, slow down.
You’re catching up to me and I don’t know how to look you in the face yet.
I’m not sure how to shake your hand like an old friend would,
Or gaze into your stunning, weathered eyes and smile.
I can’t accept your hovering presence, but you continue to linger in each minute.
You’ve stopped your illusion of strolling through days
And began a race with me that my mind refuses to run;
So you continue alone into tomorrow
Because you decline to take the hand of the little girl who’s sat down on the tracks
Afraid of what may happen to the memory of today
If she tries to keep up with you.
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