While taking the high-speed train from the Loire Valley back to Paris earlier this week, I spat out a little poem. Enjoy.
300 kilometers per hour
So fucking fast
Eyes can focus only on the far horizon
I breathe slowly, slower
Tomorrow the pace accelerates all the more
Thousands of miles in a matter of hours
How efficient!
How convenient!
How productive!
How tiring
Adrenaline dispenses
To help me anticipate
The rush of home
Life: Sped up
Will I submit again to it's frantic pace?
Or laugh at the folly of squinting,
Attempting to focus on the blurring trees in spring?
A Fire Dragon living in The Year of the Dragon.
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