Some days it’s too much.
The sun’s brilliance.
People bustling.
Traffic zipping.
What’s the reason?
How did we get here?
Who set these priorities?
I want to…
Find a nice shade tree.
Share a fruity cocktail.
Swap stories about living.
Instead, I shade my eyes.
Bustle through life.
And zip from A to B.
Who set these priorities?
It certainly wasn’t me.
