Rushing

Rushing

I am in a hurry, but I am sitting still.
So, only my brain is rushing.
Once I have this idea of rushing,
I can think of nothing else.
Go, go, go, go!
Hurry, hurry, hurry!
Don’t stop, don’t stop!
I try to put the breaks on
By clenching my teeth
The only thing, in my head,
I can keep still.

Time is like a drug
And I never have enough.
But when I rush,
The only part of me
That escapes into the world,
Is a tiny pinhole’s worth.
On the other side is this,
Wide open, still and calm.
One path with a clear view.
Right now, it makes me crazy
To think of this place.

Somehow, I will get here.
Life will expand.
Then, I will shut it down,
Again, and rush.
Okay, time to end.
Time to rush.
On to the next thing.
Then the next,
And the next.
Wish me luck.