HURRY SIR, HURRY!!

 


Always in a hurry!!

Feet speaking faster than the heart.
Running as if tomorrow has a whistle
and today is already being fined.

He overtakes traffic lights,
argues with junctions,
insults roundabouts for delaying destiny.
He pushes his way out of church
before the final Amen settles,
because even God must understand
he is in a hurry.

Hurry to where?

Last to enter the meeting,
first to vanish from it.
Body present,
soul already halfway home.
He nods at discussions
his mind did not attend.
Always in a hurry.

 He walks like a scooter under his heels!

It is as though he is in a marathon contest with the winds of the world

In a hurry to build mansions
his pockets protest against.
In a hurry to chauffeur wagons
whose engines drink salaries.

He eats fast,
prays fast,
loves fast,
lives as if life is a queue
he is desperate to escape.

He hurries, hurries, hurries,
just to arrive at the one place
that does not rush anyone.

Six feet under.
No traffic!
No deadlines!!
No horn!!!

So pause...

...for a moment.

Breathe like you
actually belong here.

Then ask yourself,
gently, honestly, without noise,

"Myself...
where exactly
were you in a hurry to?"

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