Slowly.. slowly

London, a pacy and full of speed,
Once you go fast, what happens? Mistakes take place and then there is a need.

Slowly, slowly 
‘Siya, Siya’ what we say in Greek,
The world has an heighten energy so it’s not at all bleak.

Slowly, slowly 
Chill and leave me alone;
I’ll go at my own pace which refutes a ‘very’ British moan.

Slowly, slowly what my yiayia (Nan) would say, 
Why do you worry so much child? Unless God intervenes nothing is going to change!

Jason - Alcoholic (575 days sober)
7th July 2026