Where are you running to?

There is no rush.

No deadline.

The ticking is just the clock.

Counting out the hours.

If you run too fast,

The days will pass us in seconds.

If you run too fast,

The hours will become weeks.

Days turning to years.

If you run this fast we’ll miss it all.

Every first step, fall.

Every love, every heartache.

Please, put your hand in mine.

Slow down.

I’m terrified that you’ll let ago.

I won’t be able to keep pace,

And I’ll fall behind.

Fall forgotten.

Please …

There is no rush

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