Moving too fast
T. L. Eastman 5/12/07
Racing, running no time in coming.
Can't slow down to see what's
Underneath the surface, the unseen, the wild.
Moving faster to avoid disaster.
Moving quicker to avoid the deeper
Moving to move and avoid the master of me.
Can't see it,
Won't be it,
What is ugly, what is obscene.
Who will look and see what is me?
Catching myself on prompts and promises.
Gravity pulls me into everyday passion plays.
Masks unfurled and mascara free.
Moving faster to avoid disaster.
Moving quicker to avoid the deeper
Moving to move and avoid the master of me.
Can't see it,
Don't want to be it,
Oh so ugly, Oh so obscene.
Can You look and see what is really me?
Coming so close to being untouchable.
Won't stop to see what's in front of you.
Under the obvious, underneath the fright.
Moving faster to avoid disaster.
Moving quicker to avoid the deeper
Moving to move and avoid the master of me.
I can see it,
But I don't want to be it,
No matter how ugly, no matter how obscene.
Will I let You look and see what is really me?
Slow me down too let You see what is really me.
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