In Speed - Faun Fables

Who cares about you

If you live or die?

All I need is me and my thoughts

Motion forward never backwards

I’m fine

For my momentum is hypnotizing

My work exiling

Let’s speed up

Without grace and running

You’ve got a nail through your heart

I’d say you’ve got a nail through your soul

No wonder you are the way you are

How many nails might have gotten through?

Forty-five nails through the center of my thoughts

Fifty-two nails if you count the ones through the heart

For this is my parade I’m going to

This is my parade and I’m not inviting you

Warm weather troubles me

I feel I’m guilty when I see the verdant green

Bone dry, sparkle in the eye is a rare thing

A sped-up world leaves little room for living things

It never cooks the meals it eats

Bone dry, patience tried wen the old cross the street