Book Of Poetry

Moving Too Fast

I am stuck in a world moving too fast 

I wonder what happened to cardboard boxes and toys 

I hear the sound of children's laughter 

I see pictures on the fridge, crayons spread on the floor 

I wish I could turn back the clock 

I am stuck in a world moving too fast 

I pretend I can slow the days if I try 

I feel terrified knowing even today will be just another memory 

I touch the pictures, the drawings on the walls as 

I worry about where my life will lead me 

I ask myself, surely others feel the same but 

I am stuck in a world moving too fast 

I pray those days will never be forgotten and 

I believe I do not have to say goodbye 

I dream of tag and hide and seek, soccer in the street 

I trust in the chapter as the next page is turned 

I hope the days will slow down their pace 

I am stuck in a world moving too fast 

I touch the pictures, the drawings on the wall 

I touch the pictures, dying to relieve the memories