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SPEED

By Adam Cullen



You're going 120km/ph,

Yet going in circles, 

Not making any distance, 

Just burning fuel, 

 

You feel panicked, 

Wired and mad, 

Running and doing a lot, 

Not satisfied with the achievement, 

 

Trying to do too much, 

Making mistakes and getting frustrated, 

Even the machine has had enough, 

Forced to stop yet wanting more,

 

You should be happy, 

But left wondering how it got this bad, 

Juggling different large objects, 

Not able to be calm, 

 

Hearing the ticking, 

Tick, 

Tick, 

Tick, 

 

Loosing the creative feel, 

Quantity over quality, 

Destroying yourself and your art, 

For what?, 

 

For who?,

For how long?, 

For a brush is nothing without it's artist.


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