The Fast Lane

The Fast Lane

© by Bud Lemire on May 9^th, 2004

I'm just a turtle, in the fast lane

Trying to pick up the pace, to keep myself sane

Spent too much time, with my head inside my shell

Until the one called the Hare, made my life a living Hell

Out of the shell popped my head, and I looked around

Then out came my feet, as I placed them on the ground

The Hare didn't count on me having all my wits

While her own brain, is where she still sits

While she sat there on her brain, with a smile on her face

I kept moving along, and was going to win the race

While she sat wasting time, and letting love go by

I was giving life my best, not giving up without a try

What she didn't count on, was me

My soul was much stronger, when it was free

No restraints to hold me back, I can soar for all I can be

While she searches for life's answers, I hold the key

While my spirit carries me on, she sits on her butterflies

All doors before me are open, while her doors are all shut

She'll learn all her lessons in life, while I have won the race

I'm a turtle in the fast lane, with a smile on my face

Just looking back on a marriage that ended, and giving myself

a little boost to feel better about myself. I wrote this at a time

when I was feeling pretty low, and grabbed at anything to write

this poem. Fast forward into the future, if I was to look back and

write this poem again, it would be completely different, because

my views on life and what happened, see things differently now.