Speeding Poem by Maya Hanson

I'm tired of the speeding
and dreams turned to pure hard gold
Tired of watching
all the trains pass by
and moving on once everything shatters

You're building up,
crashing down
Making sure the water is
perfect, pristine, won't tell a soul
how cracked the ice is underneath

Your work is never over,
pressing carpets till they're bare
hanging pretty silver marbles
to make sure you draw all the eyes

Speeding just to say you've traveled
Smiling just to say you're happy
Running just to say you're better
Winning just to say you've won

And chasing limelight through these tiny cities
is a lifestyle built just for you
But if you're always heading for the next horizon
how much will you miss when you're speeding?