Life is still moving

Why do you keep asking it to start again?

Still growing

Still dying

Still coloring outside of the lines.

Why the rush to the great big movement again

To step. run. sprint.

The hustle

The endless marathon

And leave all this slow behind?

Your life is still moving

All the small parts around

Still laughing

Still holding on

Still begging you to grow.

I’m struggling with the push

A crowds call

To go backward, faster

To revert

To rewind

Just stop

please

Stand still for a moment

Be ok with

The pause

And all the less space to move.