Circles

If I could smash that chair through that window.
C-R-A-S-H.
Splintered glass, wood everywhere.
All over the floor.

“Why?” you ask. You would ask that.
You weren’t here, how could you know.
You weren’t here. You were too busy running.

Slow motion. S – L – O - W. Slow down.
The whole world is running as fast as it can, round and round in circles.
The faster you go, the more circles you make.
Are you running after someone, something?

Everyone’s running in different directions, around different circuits.
And when they cross with someone else’s circuit, do they stop?
No. They take note and move on.

Somebody stop running and look.
There are people walking, strolling, making the most of everything.
They’re going SLOWLY.
Taking time to really see the people they meet.

They saw that splintered glass, wood was coming before I even picked up the chair.
They tried to stop me, they couldn’t.
The only one who could had circles to follow, was too busy.
They didn’t have a chance to really see.

If only they’d stop and see like I‘ve seen them.
I could help them break the circle, make it into one infinite line.
We could walk parallel with each other.