Rapids

White water rafting,
spinning quickly down the falls,
and as the wind whips by our ears,
we hear nothing there at all.

The rapids move us faster,
racing slowly to our death,
racing quickly through the water,
and slowly drowning the rest.

We move to fast to see,
what life has given us so fair,
because when I see the violience and murder,
I realize no faith is there.

People should start to understand,
that we are not just here to kill,
and that murder and greed and punishment,
will quickly make us all ill.

Fast and slow are no more opposites,
and envy is slowly done,
but as this world spins faster in space,
where is the happiness that is won?