Unable to sit still while the world is screaming around you. Hoping for peace and less pain from those around you. Head spinning, heart racing, waiting to make the next day.
Why are things in this world so rushed these days? Hearts breaking, heads hurting, love failing. No one stops to think their actions mean something.
Unsure of where to go and who to call, trust becomes a fleeting fall. Un-moving, not mistaking love for lust, maybe one day this life won't be rushed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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