I breathed slowly to slow down time;
it rushes on, that man-made thing.
How can I not be afforded another hour?
Or minute? Any passing grain of sand?
Why couldn't time move slow so that
I could have thought before I said,
"I love you" with unfaltering conviction?
Oh doltish heart-you speak too soon.
More than ever, I wanted to control it;
to control myself, but my visceral being
does not allow me to comprehend what
it means to halt impulses of the heart.
Pathos prevails over Logos
and condemns it with no mercy.
And it's not until it is too late that I
realize that my elements have gone awry.
Time- I beg of you; slow down so that
I may think, and think hard.
Move in- Adagio