Sometimes... I have this problem
where I am moving too fast
everything is moving too quickly

And then crash!
It all slows down again
the moment comes back to it's center.

How can I make things
slow... slow... slow...
how can I turn this madness around...

I'm not rushing, I'm not rushing
to the river
downward stream
take me to where I need...

Fill my cup
So that I may fill others'
So far, so good
we all need our mother's

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