Waiting

Cloud, you are like a painting
You ought to be more dynamic
For my life is moving too slowly
And I need to be out of this phase
World, spin faster
Sun, set sooner
Ocean, become the rain and ocean again
For life is slow, slow as a painting
Music, moving up and down
Make a world for me where I can run
My feet move in increments here
Whatever I do with them
My heart beats too normally
Yet too significantly
Because I can feel the pangs when I breathe cold air
Instead of bringing relief