move fast and talk slow

that's how it was.

must be a lot of people out there

wondering if you ever stop and think of them

i never do

i know by the flash of recognition

the way your face tightens.

circus trick style stuff, isn't it?

the eyes hardly ever go old.

maybe blind, but never old.

not mine, not yours either.

harder, quieter—flash

if you pictured it ever,

this sure as hell wasn't how,

was it?

i've always been called wise

you have been called a lot of other things

move fast and talk slow

still

you move a little slower

than i thought to remember