there's a different kind of blindness
that is sadder than the physical
it's never seeing things unveil slowly
as they were intended to be
never finding out what
you missed
you and I
we're made to fly
but not like this
not like the rest
not like the many thousands
of people moving
too quickly
how do you balance the
strange longing to have
something move towards you
as fast as possible
but remain in the still
and quiet present
the rhythm of their dancing
so enchanting, enthralling
I'm left with this: if joining them
I measure up to where they are
but I leave the promises meant for me
only if I remain, would it be
worth it to decamp just to hear them say,
"welcome to the club."
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