Saturday, March 29, 2014

A Blur

A Blur
Constant, repeating, yet different
Back and forth
Colors that I can't quite make out
Feelings associated with each
Moments I'm afraid I won't remember
A fast life with substance
Substance yet, no speed
Just sped up
Hard to stop and appreciate it
When you're doing 100
And you're always blinking
But I still see something
That might be all that matters
A Blur