Say the right things.

She said I don't want y'all.

Don't tell a blind man how beautiful the rainbow outside is, or how green the grass. Don't talk to a convict about guilt. Don't tell an orphan that he's missing out on the magnificence of the warmth of family. Don't talk to a beggar of luxurious living standards.

You won't see any blind man talking about darkness. You won't see a guilty convict talking about muder or crime. You won't see an orphan talking about parents or birthdays spent with families. You probably will never see a beggar boasting about the beauties of his grand mansion.

You don't need to tell a racer that they're missing out on the good things as they let the world rush by. You won't see a racer talk about grazing cows instead of blurs of white and black on green. They'll probably never understand, or want to stop to understand, the beauty of everything in its slow-mo.

Keep on running, speeding, fading away into the distance.