slow - poem

The world is patient Things are waiting for me. I can take my sweet time, I can take my bitter time too And still so much will be there when I’m done. Nothing needs me to rush, But I can if I want to. Yes, the world is passing by in blurs But it’s also right here, always Stationary, holding as still as you are It’s okay to stay right here And let things come to you. (look at me writing about nice positive stuff. crazy!!!!)