Too Fast

Overbearing
Intense
I know are me
At times too much
I am a handful

My energy precedes me
And I myself, can’t keep up
My own thoughts too fast
My mouth prompt
A blur in my own mind

My intentions are pure though
No malice or motive
Ill will or deceit
In fact, I don’t know how to deceive
Because my mouth is so prompt

Slow down?
But how?
Teach me
Show me
Guide me

I am open to new
To different
To even slower…

But stop me!
And tell me to slow!
Because sometimes I am so quick
That I live in my peripheral view
I invite it – the interjection
To cleanly stand still