Hush.
Miss Karen.
Who can define,
Capture that which is fine.
The search is intense,
Rest half spent.
Eyes stretched out to the horizon,
Thoughts fixed on the morrow.
Thinking out the box,
Escaping the shallow.
This the speed,
Curve out outer rugged.
Clear out the ridges,
Smooth the jagged.
Are you blind?
Why think you're ahead while truly behind.
There be a place,
Not far away,
Most lovely a pathway.
Full of grace,
Elegance bold.
Beauty not its face,
Empty, it remains cold.
Hush,
Be silent.
Let whispers echo,
Rise high no longer silent.
Then you will hear,
Hear your heart beat.
Discover there's no more need for speed,
All that's needed is within.
Hush,
Await the echo within.
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