You move in Slow Motion
You scan the crowd quickly
Your eyes pass right by me
but Your voice is my potion.
I move in Fast Forward
I hasten and stumble
My facade will crumble
but My mind is no coward.
They look at us and sigh
They say we're both insane
They're convinced all is vain
but They're not the ones who fly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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