Always in Hurry

In the race of life, I'm always in a hurry,

Chasing time, a constant flurry.

Minutes fly, like birds in flight,

Days blend into restless night.

The clock's cruel hands, they never pause,

I run through life, without a cause.

Tasks and to-dos, a never-ending chase,

No time to breathe, no peaceful space.

In haste, I miss the morning's glow,

The gentle fall of evening snow.

Moments slip through a fingers tight,

Lost in the blur of frantic flight.

To slow the pace and simply be.