The exit’s that way.

So why the mad rush?
I am humbled by the slow speed.
You’ve such a sense of urgency
That’s something I don’t need.
We can now realize the effort in our streets.
The flowers on the wall.
We can now notice the alarm of the red and all it represents.
And with all my acceleration you don’t stop to think.
The deceleration is merely an act surrounded by moats I keep wanting to jump into.