Life moves too fast.
People rushing back and forth.
Where are they going?
Do they ever reach their destinations?
Rushing and rushing everyday.
Everything becomes a blur.
The faces and lights flash by too quickly.
Stop!
I need to breathe!
What happened to living and enjoying life?
When does that happen?
After we’re dead and buried.
Then we slow down to a stand still.
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