Fast Motion

Are we truly girls with wings

Or just youngsters with silver tongues

The world questions and doubts


Are we really on the run

Or just mere party girls aiming to see the rising sun

Strangers pause to stare


Are we phoenixes emerging from the ashes

Or just ignorant brats attempting to portray less burnt out images

Opposers thrust their hateful means


We giggle and smirk because the chattering crowd seems as though they are moving in sedate paces

Through our bubbling laughter the only response we manage to conjure up is:

Your confusion is of commonplace, for it is strenuous to see phenomenons that are in fast motion

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