I rush to wake up.
I rush to gobble down my breakfast.
I rush to throw on my flimsy, stupid clothes.
I rush to stuff my backpack with gizmos and gadgets.
I rush to check once,
I rush to check twice,
I rush to check a total of three times
Do I have my wallet?
Do I have my keys?
Do I have my phone?
Do I have everything I need?
I rush to insert my key into my car ignition.
I rush to get quickly to my destination.
I rush through my contemplations and reflections on the long day that looms over me ahead.
I rush through my fantasies of what my dream life could be.
I rush through visual images of sitting by the sand and sea.
I rush to pack up When its time to go once more.
I Continue my rushing
all the way home,
I rush through glasses of wine,
and thinking deeply about my fears.
I rush through thoughts of danger that may be lurking near.
I rush through dinner,
and I rush through washing my face.
I rush through brushing my teeth,
I rush through curiousities about outter space.
I rush to lay my head down on the pillow,
when the day is finally done.
Only to wake up and rush all over,
pretending this pace is normal and fun.