Watch closely
as the lanes blur
and the edges become opaque.
Faster and faster
we slip by
the one true moment in which
we are alive.
Caught up in the freeway
our freedom the cost of the toll,
blindly passing
and being past.
Passion forgotten
in seconds pleasure,
hate lingers and breeds.
Why not love?
Why not stop?
A contest entry
- Round 2 of 5 - Speedy Round - 30 will advance - Invite ONLY by Florida Sunshine.
525 points, ended October 31, 2007, 24 entries
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Well done E.A. ~ I like the part faster and faster we slip by the one true moment in which we are alive. ~ So very true... I've let go of love and wish so badly I could turn the hands of time back... for just one more chance to just stop.
Congrats on making it to round 2~ good luck to you!
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