the false it is, the true it feels..

the fast it moves, the slow it gets...

You run so fast, when life wants it slow.. but weight don't go.. bcz it's a run not a throw but memory remains, it don't know

tree dont ask just root and grow.. no too and fro through dirt and slow and give shade to some crow

more fast you go, more fuel it burns.. what's left behind is fun and smiles..

(still..) the false it is, the true it feels..