Fast, Fast, It's All Just Too Fast

Fast, fast, it’s all way to fast, The rain drops keep falling from the sky. They all fall real fast, smashing the roof, Leaving me to ponder just why. Everything’s fast: nights, mornings, and days, In my eyes and my ears and my brain. Every thought that I have is fleeting away, Fleeting like a little ghost train. My thought’s in a train speeding at night, In silence with the rain of my soul. Where everything’s fast in chaos and funk, And my conscience has gone for a stroll. It’s just fast, too fast, this rain from the sky, Too fast for my little mind. I try to be nice but these thoughts never stay, They leave me here still standing behind.