Get Nowhere Fast


Blurry faces
blurry places
finite races
empty spaces.

This train goes no where,
but still I ride
on tracks too narrow
through fields too wide.

My eyes are tired
but I can't sleep.
I'd try to talk
but talk is cheap.

People are yelling
we're going too slow.
There's nowhere to be
is what they don't know.

You can scream all you want.
You can protest and cry.
You can bang on the windows.
You can huff, you can sigh.

The fact still remains
that the world is too vast.
You're just in a hurry
to get nowhere fast.

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