Decelerate                                         (Summer 2003)

Decelerate your hands, your mind.
Slow your charge to the finish line.
For when you move across that tape,
A home of dirt is what awaits.

Instead, sit back, breathe deep and see
The world that is, not what will be.
Take it in your hands and hold tight,
And feel the life in each instant.
Poetry

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