Rushed

Haphazardly I wandered through life, feeling rushed

Under the weight of time, constantly crushed

Life gushed past me like a mountain brook

Contrary to the way things should’ve been in my book-

My idyllic life would move like a river in the plain

Meandering slowly around bends, then speeding again

But a time crunch I felt nearly constantly

Sapping my vigor, sucking the enthusiasm out of me

For all my ambitions, time seemed to fall short

Many brilliant projects I was forced to abort

I felt I was trapped in an infinite race

Motionless I would stand, and still lose my place

**

One day the realization dawned on me

I’d rushed all my life, quite fruitlessly

Accumulating nothing along the way except stress

And disappointments in this whole process

Simultaneously, though, I did realize

A solution for this problem I had to devise-

I made deliberate attempts to slow myself down

Be mindful of each moment, not let myself drown

In the chaos of random synaptic connections

I let go my glorified ideas of perfection

**

I slowed down and noticed the world pass by

Savoring most moments, not letting them fly

The river of my life was no longer a brook-

A leisurely meanderer it became, just like in my book.