Slow like me

Those few

With fire under them

I admire the way they run

The crown of olives they have earned

Green with life for

A

Short

Time

Those that slow down

To notice the beauty

I admire the way they see things

In a romantic, dreamy, lights turned low

"I see you "

Sort of way

I was born slowed

Already humming to the march of my delayed footsteps

Glancing at every eye in the room

To see if anyone else

Was slow like me