Speed, why are you always in a hurry?
Who are you chasing
or is it me you’re running from?
You brush past me in the morning,
tap your foot when I slow down,
pull at my hands like
“Come on, you’re late… you’re always late.”
I hear you in my heartbeat sometimes
fast, impatient, loud.
Like you’re trying to prove a point
I didn’t ask you to make.
You live in moving things, don’t you?
In wheels that won’t stay still,
in wings that refuse the ground,
in dreams that won’t let me sleep.
But tell me, Speed…
do you ever get tired?
Do you ever sit quietly
and let the world catch up to you?
Or are you afraid that if you stop,
you might feel something real?
Because I’ve seen you stumble.
Yes – you.
In missed moments,
in rushed words we can’t take back,
in breaths we forgot to breathe
because you were pushing too hard.
You act strong,
but I know you need rest too.
Even hearts
the ones you race the most
they pause between beats
just to stay alive.
So maybe… just maybe…
you don’t always have to win.
Stay a while.
Walk with me instead.
Ifedolapo Ogunniyi 