The fast moving vehicle
Problem
Issue
We are ensnared within the folds
of speed and rush
Confusion and chaos cling to things that move fast
Enveloping us
Like a boa constrictor
Crushing
Only stillness causes the bindings to drop
Silence clears the mind
A diamond raindrop slides
Landing with a plop
It stops me
Saves me
Re- minding
Re- winding
On
Off
On
Just like machines
We begin again
Allowing grace to settle the wrinkles ahead and behind
Edging two degrees outside
The tumultuous mind
