Nytheone Matt

Brought to the boil
Small bubbles at the edge
Forever simmering in anticipation
Lights on red
May as well be amber always hanging on the ledge
To spring into action
Reaction sped up
To such high velocity
Walking through glue
The paints of the tune run into tune run into tune
It’s chewed up and spat into my ear canal
Mashed up and tangled star spangled and abysmal
High speeds and low in motion parallel
Too fast for the mental for the physical too slow
Next destination apparently out of reach
While the next moments thrown into my face without a chance to breathe
34, 24, 64, 14
Zero to a hundred and everything in between
Zero to a hundred at the exact same time
The world is deaf and the man is blind