Realization hits

I didn't have to rush..

Never letting my peace win

Never calming the fire in me

My deathbed shouts at me

I lift my hand, i do it slow

I do it slow because i am not allowed anymore...

Drops on my cheek competing to fall down

Yet, i lift my hand slow

Because, i am not able to rush anymore.

And i feel it again and again and again

I didn't have to rush

Never having the taste of serene

Never having the guts to feel a thing

I didn't have to rush

Never learning what settling means

Never pausing when i was just fast forwarding..