A Little Fast

Raindrops tick on the window

Making this day wander off.

Clear rivers on the sidewalks

Have dragged little precious cobblestones

And we beat on

We're just like little boats against the current,

Hither and yon

We're getting soaked to the skin.

And all we feel is this ardent openness

And all we need is the consent

To do everything we can before it is too late

To do everything we want,

Just not so fast.

Because it feels a little fast

Reflections of this skyline 
bravely spur inhibitions

These clouds seem to be waiting 
for us to dive into the breeze

So we fly off,

We are like coloured moths towards the sunlight

Can we move on 
without the fire burning our scales?