this love story has a time limit of sixty seconds or less a ridiculous notion to the rest of us but the time it takes for our eyes to meet for recognition to register need only sixty seconds
ten seconds we arrive on opposite sides of the crosswalk, a wall of people separates and blocks the view
twenty seconds cars speed by as they drive too recklessly close to end of the curb, pedestrians beware the light hasn’t changed
thirty seconds cars come to a slow as the yellow light sneaks up on them, the crowd restlessly waiting the traffic light turns red, but for us that’s “GO”
forty seconds people carving a path for themselves while others are swept along in the stream i bumped into too many people to count
fifty seconds the countdown is already at five, i've only crossed half-way, time to speed walk and that’s when i saw you
sixty seconds the countdown reaches zero the traffic light turns green again, cars continue their recklessness path but there you are, on the other side, iwaizumi hajime.
FILL: SWAG 2016
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this love story has a time limit
of sixty seconds or less
a ridiculous notion to the rest of us
but the time it takes for our eyes to meet
for recognition to register
need only sixty seconds
ten seconds
we arrive on opposite sides
of the crosswalk, a wall of people
separates and blocks the view
twenty seconds
cars speed by as they drive too recklessly
close to end of the curb, pedestrians beware
the light hasn’t changed
thirty seconds
cars come to a slow as the yellow light
sneaks up on them, the crowd restlessly waiting
the traffic light turns red, but for us that’s “GO”
forty seconds
people carving a path for themselves
while others are swept along in the stream
i bumped into too many people to count
fifty seconds
the countdown is already at five,
i've only crossed half-way, time to speed walk
and that’s when i saw you
sixty seconds
the countdown reaches zero
the traffic light turns green again,
cars continue their recklessness path
but there you are, on the other side,
iwaizumi hajime.