Slow down that mind sped up from technologic gasoline,
it rots us from the inside out,
like time on quilted seams.
So let’s slow down, darlin, slow down.

Our mouths too slow for pacing brains, our souls too weak to speak.
A brave one may speak clearly now,
but I don’t realize what he means.
Too many cluttered cabinets in
a mind that’s meant to breathe.
So don’t forget what silence brings -
that precious space between.