So Fast, So Fast
They’re on a crash-course collision run
caravan to the stars,
The young
Learn more than the old forget
More than they need to know
Youth’s fury is death’s denial
If only for a moment.
The Clock still ticks.
The sun still sets
Anyway, the young
so fast, so fast
run the course that won’t stop
Pace continues, repeats itself
rhythm is the youth religion
it breaks
it doesn’t fade or change
Into something larger
It breaks
And no one has the music
To sing the rhythm back to life again
The clock still ticks
The sun still sets.
But they don’t care about that,
The young.
They can’t care.
They’re on a crash-course collision run
caravan to the stars,
The young.
Tags: Poetry