Things move fast, faster.
Expectations abound.
What can we get done in the minutes that we have today?
Fast, faster.
Time keeps ticking.
How effective and efficient can you be?
What can you do in the time you have in between the next thing?
Fast, faster.
I grow weary of all that I must accomplish
in the time I have been given.
Fast, faster.
I can’t seem to keep up with the demands of today
yet, I am expected to.
Fast, faster.
Where is the wonder, the questioning,
the growth?
Time, I don’t have time for that.
The second-hand keeps moving.
Fast, faster.
I don’t have time even for my own self.
I am drowning in a sea of time
with an undercurrent set by modern
life.
Fast, faster.
