
And there is a moment
And for a second it all makes sense
And then it slips
And you end up chasing that something-or-other all your life
© 2021 threegoodwords

…actually, why not?

And there is a moment
And for a second it all makes sense
And then it slips
And you end up chasing that something-or-other all your life
© 2021 threegoodwords
that feeling of being too late.
everything’s so fast these days
zooming by in cyberspace
so far so that knowing something today
is already way too late.
how keep up with all the new things
words, visuals, memes
twitterings +++NEWS NEWS NEWS+++
live streams and live feeds
that apparently are telling us
everything everything everything
now now now
oh my god oh my god oh my god
did you hear did you read did you see?!
one question:
when everything is everything
always, all the time
what is anything, then?
is there such a thing as ‘then’
if everything is always breathlessly NOW?
in this constant always
how carve out a time to rest?
are we even willing
to give ourselves that kind of space?
it’s so exhausting.
one wishes to decompress.
slow down, not just pump the brakes
but come to a full stop
get out of the digital car
and look at the world around us
once again
.
© 2016 threegoodwords
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