The Fast Days
By: Sachi Dixt
The days used to feel slow
When I was younger,
like the clock was stuck
Somewhere in the afternoon.
Now everything moves faster.
Weeks disappear before I notice,
and Monday suddenly becomes Friday
without asking me first.
Hallways fill with voices,
lockers slam shut,
And the bell keeps reminding us
There’s always somewhere else to go.
Sometimes I wish I could pause it,
just for a little while,
to sit in the quiet
before the next moment runs ahead.
But time keeps walking forward,
steady and calm,
like it already knows
We’ll eventually catch up.
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