Tempo

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Tempo

You hit the ground running at birth

The joys of a young life to this earth.

You’re told to catch life’s pace

To hold on in this dying race;

Meek are The hearers,

Blessings to the doers;

The mountain movers.

Holding on to your chest

Trying to find inner rest

Work harder…be perfect

Do perfect

Measure up.

Throw up

Lies, heartbreak, and sudden fates.

But…hold on, carry these weights.

Fatigue

As the liquor drowns you…

Smoke Succumbs your smile

Depression invites you to just stay HERE, right here, for a while.

Mirrors reflect someone you never knew, someone you never deemed honorable to love.

Counting bodies who played under you.

Pretenses.

Brain always triggered for defensive.

The human heart, merely an organ.

At any sense, I blame the Olympian firmament.

For creating this competition that we we were never born to live forever.

A tournament of the spirit; no foot lever.

electrons and atoms…

Rhythm, electricity

All at a drum beat.

300 meters per second

Ions pacing, connecting

Beckoned from the moment we are conceived

Everything is everything and yet nothing.

-By Ashley Viewins

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