the world is mad,
gone crazy
with impatient desire
to be beyond
where we are;
I stand in the sun -
my skin on fire -
searching for answers
within its light;
its too hot
the world moves
too fast;
across the weathered fence
is a car that has not moved
in two months,
its stillness is suspect,
I expect to see it
silently gone,
instead it is the driver
who has moved on
from this place
too soon
