Sitting watching people rushing by
Trying to fit as much as they can
Into the hours that lie
between work and sleep
In an ever decreasing Lifespan
Shopping to do, Kids to feed
Hobbies to pursue
The clock moves on without ado
Seconds turn to minutes, turn to hours, turn to days
As these consumer dreams we incessantly chase
Three times eight equals twenty four
Waste the hours well because the day has no more
In this constant race of rats
We juggle our time like Acrobats
Things to do, people to see
As before the Ticking clock we flee
Money to make, errands to run
But what about some time for fun?
To live, to laugh, to love, to cry
To dance and sing and let spirits fly
To take the time to see the world
And watch it´s wonders slowly unfurl
A house, a Car, a boat and such
Will cost you dearly, ever so much
To the banks you will be a slave
For all this debt you must repay
Feel the pulse, listen to the trees
As through them rushes the summer breeze
The clouds that drift across the sky
Are beauty in the beholder's eye
And later on when time is short
In spite of all those things you bought
And all that money cannot buy
Another minute of precious life
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 2:32 PM UTC
Sitting watching people rushing by
Trying to fit as much as they can
Into the hours that lie
between work and sleep
In an ever decreasing Lifespan
Shopping to do, Kids to feed
Hobbies to pursue
The clock moves on without ado
Seconds turn to minutes, turn to hours, turn to days
As these consumer dreams we incessantly chase
Three times eight equals twenty four
Waste the hours well because the day has no more
In this constant race of rats
We juggle our time like Acrobats
Things to do, people to see
As before the Ticking clock we flee
Money to make, errands to run
But what about some time for fun?
To live, to laugh, to love, to cry
To dance and sing and let spirits fly
To take the time to see the world
And watch it´s wonders slowly unfurl
A house, a Car, a boat and such
Will cost you dearly, ever so much
To the banks you will be a slave
For all this debt you must repay
Feel the pulse, listen to the trees
As through them rushes the summer breeze
The clouds that drift across the sky
Are beauty in the beholder's eye
And later on when time is short
In spite of all those things you bought
And all that money cannot buy
Another minute of precious life
I was sitting in my car at a large shopping center, watching people rushing to do all the things that need to be done in the given time.
In these "Rat race" days there remains little time for the good things in life - time is eaten up by responsibilities, earning money to service debt and a myriad of other things.
One day our time will be curtailed due to illness, death or disability. This is when we realize that all your money won't another minute buy.
