It seems we never have enough
Time - to step back and replay
Our experiences each day.
This hyper-life takes many forms:
Deadlines, non-stop office storms,
Promises that must be kept
Mails that flood in from the Net...
We run fast, yet stay on the spot
Hurdles, unexpected, trot
Into our vision; we must leap
The pressure's on; Damn, more lost sleep!
Time was when we could watch the clouds
Sit on a bench, away from crowds
And give our troubled souls some rest;
All gone, we're riddled through with stress!
Our eyes transfixed upon our phone
What irony, we're all alone
Social media now is boss
And vital human contact lost ...
(c) Poet in the woods 2019
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