A frantic blur,
The speed of life,
My mind a slur,
Full of stress and strife.
Like a fast moving train,
While staring straight,
Outrunning the brain,
Leaves a confused state.
Hustle and bustle obscure our view,
With too many things on our plate,
Clouding our judgement the mind is confused,
Chaos will result as our fate.
Slow down the pace or surely implode,
As our bodies are drained of their senses,
Or even worse yet our heads may explode,
Evicting the stress it dispenses.
What would result if we choose not to comply,
Our health and sanity will suffer,
Leaving our body and mind here to die,
From which we can never recover.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~