No Way To Last (Poem)
Posted on February 23, 2020
by Alex V. Weir
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Yea.
I’m constantly wired.
Yea.
I’m hardly tired.
Yea.
It’s hard to the nth degree.
Yea.
This stream so fierce so free.
Yea.
Watch it hurtle me.
Yea.
Blur is all I see.
Woah.
Electronic.
Woah.
Pornographic.
Woah.
Everywhere.
Woah.
At once here and there.
No.
There’s not time to flip the page.
No.
There’s no time to feel my age.
No.
There’s no time to kiss.
No.
There’s no love to miss.
Yea.
Love takes time and love takes distance.
Yea.
It’s not possible in an instance.
Yea.
Load me up.
Yea.
More espresso in the cup.
Yea.
Carry on!
Yea.
Past today till life is gone!
Woah.
The screens don’t slow.
Woah.
I’ve got to go.
Woah.
Watch the updates flow.
Woah.
All at once all in a row.
No.
No time to sing.
No.
No time to give a friend a ring.
No.
No little notes on her doorstep.
No.
No time to prep.
Yea.
It’s all at once.
Yea.
It’s all already here ya dunce.
Yea.
One exploding instance.
Yea.
Can’t tell it’s static when it’s moving fast.
Yea.
There’s no past.
Yea.
Don’t linger.
Yea.
This pace don’t make a singer.
Yea.
This is the way it’s gotta be.
Yea.
One direction that’s what I call free.
Yea.
Over the edge.
Yea.
Don’t compose an adage.
Yea.
Don’t compose at all.
Yea.
Just fall.
Yea.
Fall fast.
Yea.
There’s no way to last.
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No Way To Last (Poem)
Posted on February 23, 2020 by Alex V. Weir
Leave a Comment
Yea.
I’m constantly wired.
Yea.
I’m hardly tired.
Yea.
It’s hard to the nth degree.
Yea.
This stream so fierce so free.
Yea.
Watch it hurtle me.
Yea.
Blur is all I see.
Woah.
Electronic.
Woah.
Pornographic.
Woah.
Everywhere.
Woah.
At once here and there.
No.
There’s not time to flip the page.
No.
There’s no time to feel my age.
No.
There’s no time to kiss.
No.
There’s no love to miss.
Yea.
Love takes time and love takes distance.
Yea.
It’s not possible in an instance.
Yea.
Load me up.
Yea.
More espresso in the cup.
Yea.
Carry on!
Yea.
Past today till life is gone!
Woah.
The screens don’t slow.
Woah.
I’ve got to go.
Woah.
Watch the updates flow.
Woah.
All at once all in a row.
No.
No time to sing.
No.
No time to give a friend a ring.
No.
No little notes on her doorstep.
No.
No time to prep.
Yea.
It’s all at once.
Yea.
It’s all already here ya dunce.
Yea.
One exploding instance.
Yea.
Can’t tell it’s static when it’s moving fast.
Yea.
There’s no past.
Yea.
Don’t linger.
Yea.
This pace don’t make a singer.
Yea.
This is the way it’s gotta be.
Yea.
One direction that’s what I call free.
Yea.
Over the edge.
Yea.
Don’t compose an adage.
Yea.
Don’t compose at all.
Yea.
Just fall.
Yea.
Fall fast.
Yea.
There’s no way to last.
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