On the speed of heart

When the world turns

As the seconds click

My heart

It keeps it’s own time

It isn’t rushed by the changing of the clock

A satellite can’t secure it’s location

I move forward into the present

But reach back in time to locate my heart

I can sense it

Follow my fears

My dreams

My obstacles

However I can’t grab it

I can’t bring it along

Like grasping the wind

My hand just passes through it’s cells

Physically

I move with the speed of time

Emotionally

I’m stuck at the speed of heart