Do you ever feel like you’re moving too quickly?

Speaking without thinking, doing without preparing.

You know that it’s not the proper way,

yet you still do it, you have to do it,

you have no choice but to keep DOING.

Slowing down? Not a chance.

What’s the point?

You’ll accomplish just as much either way.

Or so you tell yourself. But you know the truth.

You know that fast feet can lead to cut corners,

that haste can make waste.

You feel like you’re speeding through things,

So much that you barely feel them.

Everything blows by you,

As the hands of time spin round and round.

All you wish for is to appreciate the time more.

Yet you’re pause button is broken.

You have no trouble speeding things up,

Shutting yourself off every so often is possible too,

You can even rewind to remember the times you sped through,

But you can never stop. So you continue forward. It’s your only choice.

After all, you were the one who decided there was no point in the pause button anyway.