Always in a hurry

There was this dream and there I was,

A crumpled wingless albatross,

Blind to light, scared of heights,

In this crazy world of gain and loss.

My footprints have been washed away,

They weren't so deep is what they say,

The sand, the water, those distant shores,

How much of me have they carried away?

Every day is a step towards the end,

A new beginning, these rules we bend,

How many times the wheel shall turn,

How many days to comprehend?

Climb the hill and there shall be,

Green pastures, sweetness and ecstasy,

But maybe a steeper cliff awaits,

Beyond the images that we now see.

Then I shall go and meet my fate,

Or make it myself, my fears abate,

These troubled times have to be good,

Can't afford to sleep, I can't be late.

The times, they are a changing.....

In times of change, I stand still, like one of those lamp posts you see whizzing by as the speedometer in your car reads 100. Sometimes, I feel as if my mind has gone back a thousand years, it refuses to acknowledge wisdom, refuses to listen to logic. It just stands there, unwilling to move, dumbstruck maybe by the staggering swiftness of the world.