Always Hurrying
Such young age, yet we are always hurrying…
Because we think too much of tomorrow
And our incandescent years of youth
Are spent on haste, impatience and hurrying
Haste is our enemy
It puts us under stress
Raises our blood pressure
Makes us impatient
And blinds us to the need of others,
Or worst yet, our own
Such young age, yet we are always hurrying…
I know this very well,
From my own experience
I am forever pressured,
Forever in a hurry,
Forever over-extended,
And forever stepping over
All kinds of things that call for my attention
And though I may be young,
I can rationalize this
By pointing to the importance of time
Time, time, time…
Time is meant to conscript us
Beyond our own agenda,
But deeper down,
I know that this is just a rationalization
Sometimes too I rationalize
My impatience and hurry
By taking consolation in the fact that
I came to be this way legitimately
It’s in my genes
Both my father and my mother
Exhibited a similar struggle
They were wonderful, nurturing, loving parents,
But they were often over-extended
Such young age, yet we are always hurrying…
The positive side to haste, impatience and hurry
Is perhaps that it so greatly
Manifests itself with our time and life
People with haste
People who are impatient
And people who always hurry
Always have a purpose
As well, hurrying can help make
For a productive individual who is
Affirmed and admired
For what he or she does
Even if this means that my youth will vanish by being
Forever pressured,
Forever hurrying,
Forever over-extended
Such young age, yet we are always hurrying…
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