He’s too fast to name,

So he named himself,

Here in a second in a whisper as he runs on by.

Ego that can never be beat with a tricky kind of hyper speed that can be deceiving.

Can stay long enough to make sure you’re well,

But can’t stay around to explain it

Anywhere or everywhere

I don’t know why, it’s how it is.

I don’t like saying goodbye,

But in a moment caught up, in the whisper of another

He feels he’s being left out,

He’s a he to me.

Started with an apology.

I’ve found a message.

Leave a comment