Seems most of my life, I have a tendency to go off the rails, my thoughts racing, zero to sixty in nothing flat,

I long for a slow, patient pace, not hurried, this must be why I yearn for the reflective, even meditative,

Manic mind might be the default, but not ordained only to be, my Id telling me it can be different, pace and purpose not the sole manner of being,

Yearning for slow, staring off, no time, no line to cross, box to check,

Manic mind subjugate, manic mind morph, allow the mellow fellow to emerge, be.