Poetry

In a Hurry

written by: hamsterdog

Modern poetry does not need a reason.
It does not need to rhyme.
All it takes is just a little of your time.
So many things demanding.
We must all hurry.
Where do we need to be?
Does it matter?
Will we care when we get there?
All in a race.
Scurry from face to face.
We see one or two.
Any of them, we do not recall.
We get things done.
We move it along.
We see you later.
But since when?
You have not ever seen me.
You hide from yourself.
You live inside a maze.
You are what you believe.
And that is what makes you blind.
Me is all that matters.
Me is everything that exists.
Me is the ever consuming concern.
However; the longer you live,
The less of you that is revealed.
Answer me this.
In your voice is eternity.
The faster you move, the more you lose of yourself.
Questioning is freedom.
Will you remove the paste?
Set us all to wonder.
The imagination of one mind.
World inside solitary confinement.
Free to express it all.
From now until Omega.
Haste creates empty lives.

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