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Fast World

I was rowing across the lake

With my pretty girlfriend

When she asked me to change

The direction of our passage

As we had missed the thin jetty

That led towards the freedom road

 

Slow World

After sinking our small boat

We walked the short distance

Towards the freedom road

But once there we were unable

To agree about the direction

Of our future paths

 

The Town is Tranquil 

We are in bed together

Sheltering from the storm

The bed is not only our refuge

But our transparent tower

As we will soon be unable to travel

Much further along the freedom road