Think Fast

Don’t let time run out

Before you decide to shoot

Ball will stay stuck

In your hand until after the crowd

Has left you searching

For the way to say

I love you

In multiple languages

Without needing to explain

How difficult caring is

All the answers are none of the above

Mostly related to opening up

Spaces in shuttered Corazon

To pump blood to rest

Of your thirst body ready to jump

Off the curb with a parachute

Afraid of the fall

Ground rapidly approaching

Before you got feet under you

Practice makes regular

Exotic exclusive inviting

Integration of inspiration

Activation of internal radiance

Every piece of art

Been attempts to define

Simple complexities compounded

By fatal factors

Multiplying mission

So we could collaborate with

Congested calm corner

Photo retrospective

Declaring our defiance in face of

Death with mac hoody down

Ready to catch the next victim

Slipping back to on point

Focus lenses to movement

With frames blaming burden

On resistance to routine

If this ill

Imagine what you ain’t seen

Thin line crying over concrete

we drink in dreams

Want one last before

Riding out to see jaguars on prowl

While I seek 3 for 25 specials

Of special feeling

Embuste the entire trip

Learning how to find the grip

Allow what you want

To fall into place

No distractions

Breathing in pace with race

Small chase to gain homily

For few hours

Circulate scene while underground

Keep names in back of backed up

Fruitility politically abstain

From any battle for fear

Of bloody repercussions

Discussion allow deciphering discourse

Often of course traveled

Most jog through hostile

Patience wearing thin as scalp

Pork want you to have indigestion

More stressing in session schedule

To regain fuel at rapid pace

You could skate on thin ice

Until you slip on the shallow surface

Catching enough breeze

Eyes skydive loving glare

Aware of eminent departure

From beautiful days

Sun shifted your soul

Enough to make you feel in control

History headed

Right direction precise perception

Mind and voice weapons

You let dust collect behind

Books you never read

Albums never listened

Far more ways you could fix the photo

On the low low

Puddles on the curb

Are tears you couldn’t catch