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Days pass, hours count down...

the buzz of life speeds on.

As i try to keep pace,

wrinkles form on my face.

Too fast, too swift...

Just one day, I long for a grip.

Just once, to stop and smell the roses;

let me see life as I supposed it is.

If not for a while, then for a second...

May a breath of sweet, cool scenery be beckoned.

The sweat, blood, and tears,

all of the them are confirming my fears.

The fears that this life is not the fairytale I perceived

but a cytoplasmic period of time that can bring grief.

Spinning and spiraling out of control,

this is what it feels like in my world.

All I ask is for a crescendo.

Show me how to slow down so I can see the water flow.

If not now, then when?

Show me how to stop making my head spin.

Whether my fault or not,

I ask for the direction to untie this knot;

The knot that my life has become...

return me to what I originate from.