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slow down for a second

open the flowers and watch them bloom

your head does not spin unless you want it too

the choices you come after are the ones you want

it arises within you, bubbles and floats

there is no mystery but the one you create

even then, just an idea that floats

ninety miles an hour only to hit a wall

when he falls out of the car with a busted head

blood rushing down his face

he stops and thinks about the speed

wonders why it was going that fast

checks the pedal,

realizes he was the one that put it to the metal

laughs as dawn rises

he created it all along