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try to relax
for what reason do you need to go so fast
just listen
and give me a minute to finish my pass
I’ll get out of your way
and let you sprint
the short distance ahead
at your breakneck speed
so you can then wait
behind the next one in line
who can’t go any faster
than the person ahead of them
you’re a metaphor for life
showing me what I already know
yet still manage to forget
I can’t help myself assuming
you will be a giant pickup truck
my presence in your path
being one of your greatest frustrations
though I sail along
at a computer controlled constant pace
well beyond legal limits
navigating my own field of obstructions
decidedly more timid
than I

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