earth spins slow,
slower everyday.

it has only survived the penetrating darkness for its pace.
otherwise it would have corroded, corrupted and been consumed.

faster, faster, to gone.
slower, slower to last.

then why are we so so keen to connect so quickly?
faster than light our eyes lock,
like some radar of chemistry
that we cannot define,
that cannot be confined.
so let us spin slowly, like earth,
let us spin slow with her,

so that this love can last.
so it doesnt become a thing of the past.

he says i'm amazing,
and somehow
that makes me feel worse.