Festina Lente

I hustle hastily… slowly,

See, one and the other are part of the same,

Cause I got patience for our hour of the game,

Everyday moves move quickly,

Composing decades that build up gradually,

A speed boiled down to a steady molasses.

As a crab I relate to the tortoise,

An ability to introspect, introvert into self,

Meditate on movement, stay in the moment,

Hurry left to the harried, a hare’s race.