My Speed

A Poem by Shroud

I get asked this question a lot But I’m not gonna give them an answer But I will post it here I guess I’m just kinda weird

I’m told I’m quick and fast
And I don’t mean bright or smart
But agility wise
And they ask me

“Why do you rush through?
Why do you dodge and run?
Is someone pushing you?
Are you just not having fun?”

I say to them

“I don’t know right now
But I’ll find out some day”
And through the crowds I’ll plow
Avoiding the price I don’t want to pay

I sat down and thought

“What am I doing?”
I never found out
That trouble is brewing
In my thoughts filled with doubt

I know why I move so fast and so quick
I don’t want to slow down
And my clock keeps going ‘Click... click’
When I hear it I feel like I gotta skip town

Life is too short to be dumb and be slow
Which is why I move fast but am still able to grow
I know my limit, my endpoint, my best
But I don’t want to get these words off my chest

So I speed through my days
But not around you
I feel a deep haze
And I feel brand new

I don’t rush through our games of wit
But you always win and don’t let me split
You keep me there and make me feel good
And I stay there and listen like anyone should

The truth is destructive
Our time’s running out
You want to go slow
I wanna speed up

I stay quiet, keep my mouth shut
And sit here and think that I’m stuck in a rut
I find solace in music and ponder “What do I do?”
So the pondering came and then I knew

Slow down, wait up
Just let everyone else catch up
Life isn’t a game where you can just rush through
You have to let other people help you

So I have the answer to those questions once asked
But when they ask me once more
It will remain masked
Because it must remain down in my core