SpeedWorld

Fast, fast, fast,
You're moving too fast,
For your own good,
Past the speed,
That god would make,
You're wearing down,
Its too much for you to take.

The speed it burns,
A dying Sun,
Dies long after,
You're world has begun.
For when you quit,
The world will take,
The last of you,
If you don't slow,
Release the altitudes.

You do not exist,
When here you work,
On a lower plain,
Of attitude,
In a World of Speed,
Of hustle and bustle,
And endless problems arise,
The method to take,
Slow down,
No prize,
At the end of the race,
If you don't slow down,
And take your place.

A final message,
From one who's been,
In every Idea,
On every pin,
The world is not,
What you take it to be,
When you live,
In the world of speed.
You make mistakes,
You miss the chances,
The simple clues,
In all the dances.
I ask of you,
What do you do,
When you see the world,
As I See,
A clear, bright, dark, sad, beautiful blue.

"No sense in nonsense, PAH, Nonsense makes the most sense, When I'm with you."

ISA