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
