time ticks on
or pausing it moves
seemingly quicker each day
one moment racing to the next
fast-forwarding through the challenges
wishing for the evenings, the weekends, the holidays,
the summer, the cooler days, the drier months, hurrying always
forcing the sand through the neck of the fragile hourglass of time until
until what? What are we racing for? Why is life a competition?
Why are we rushing through our daily routines?
With blinders on we forget to notice
appreciate and enjoy