“What's the rush, kid?”

My inner old man
defiantly asks me.

“You damn kids
fast music
fast lives
fast cars.”

32 is the new 21.

I still can't drive 55.
I can't 65
for that matter.

I liked my old Mazda
because it had a feature
that would make the music
louder the faster I drove.

Simple
yet probably dangerous
concept.

I loved it.

My new Mazda
does not have this feature.

This does not slow me down.

I drive fast.
I live slow.
I'm not quite sure why.

My wants pile up
in the corner of the room
and I forget them
from time to time
only to clean
and rediscover
that vigor
that originally
made me want it.

In no particular order:
house, babies, dream car,
dream life, dream job.

You ladies have
The Notebook.

I have
World Series of Poker
and Poker After Dark
to add to my delusions.

Some places in this world
don't even have water,
and I'm frustrated
at my debt and being unable
to achieve some wants.

If I showed a credit card
to more than half the world
they wouldn't even know
what it was for.

How I can complain
is beyond my own
comprehension.

I'm rushing to find out
what my life will be
instead of discovering
while it all unfolds,
yes slowly, but so what?

I'm looking at this
all wrong and no one else
is to blame
when I look into the windows
of my life.

“Slow down kid,
before too long
you'll be me,
wondering
where the time went.”

11/18/2011

Posted on 11/18/2011
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