" You look at your watch when searching
for the time.
Go to a window, see if the weather is fine.
A book seems to find your hands.
You open it, hoping the first chapter is far
from being bland.
Always something to do.
Always somewhere to go.
Is there ever a time we stay still?
Even in our dreams, we rush for things.
The wheels just keep on turning, with
Gravity stopping us from floating in air.
On the go, on the go.
Trains, buses, cars, and planes.
Look how we grow.
This will never stop. It"s simply Human Nature.
So sad for the one's that get left behind.
All they become is a name and an address on a sheet
of paper."