we eat faster
walk faster
love faster
while spanish people need their room to breathe
the need for speed,
we always want to be the first in line
ready to set sail
only to find them lagging long behind
i find it's lonely here, and cold
sitting on the moon, waiting to be joined
i think i'd rather take my time
and see the moon as something down the line
instead of digging my nails in it,
feeling the gravity of my own sadness