Too Fast

Silently sit, listen, then write. What did I write?

The gentle
         Hum
Of cars
         Whirring by,
Moving so
         Fast, flying
By life, that cameras
         Snap at,
Trying to keep it
         Still,
Make it
         Their own.
The river always
         Flowing,
Over rocks
Over life
But with a
         Gentle pace,
Cautious, under bridges
         Connecting
Two worlds,
         Connecting
Life, that seems
         To always fly by.