the rush the bustle
all that hustle
move, keep moving
don't stop
don't slow
move. Move. MOVE.
Don't stand here
amongst the crowd
blurred faces passing you
a stream and a river
of top hats and longs coats
of blue eyes and dark faces.
Don't slow US down
as we hurry and be productive
as we forget the meaning of leisure,
of relaxing and unwinding.
Don't slow us down
because you need to stand still.
Keep busy.
Do work.
Go from dance to self-defense
from yoga to your nine-to-five job
from soccer to the sports bar
from the bar to the club
from your friend's home to the movies.
Keep moving.
Lose breath and you lose.
If you can't do it,
you're too slow
too weak
too incompetent.
Your body is limp with inability
a flimsy piece of paper
that can't support a dream.
So keep moving.
Be busy and hustle
follow all that bustle.
Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 3:23 PM UTC
the rush the bustle
all that hustle
move, keep moving
don't stop
don't slow
move. Move. MOVE.
Don't stand here
amongst the crowd
blurred faces passing you
a stream and a river
of top hats and longs coats
of blue eyes and dark faces.
Don't slow US down
as we hurry and be productive
as we forget the meaning of leisure,
of relaxing and unwinding.
Don't slow us down
because you need to stand still.
Keep busy.
Do work.
Go from dance to self-defense
from yoga to your nine-to-five job
from soccer to the sports bar
from the bar to the club
from your friend's home to the movies.
Keep moving.
Lose breath and you lose.
If you can't do it,
you're too slow
too weak
too incompetent.
Your body is limp with inability
a flimsy piece of paper
that can't support a dream.
So keep moving.
Be busy and hustle
follow all that bustle.
As always, feel free to critique.
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