by Cat Sellers
Swift
sometimes
i feel like
each and every day
is a different
universe
parallel
to what it is
supposed to be
and i move in
and out
again
leaving
by the way
side
this one
and yet another
still to come
the mind
travelling
from one to the next
easily
like the swallow
so swift
a shadow
from the past
the body
lagging
behind
always
lagging
hurry now
i have no time
to linger
© 2009 Cat Sellers
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