what's the rush?

they said i've had my head in the clouds.

think i don't hear them talk, the whispers.

i haven't seen the ground for days-

maybe decades- held back by my own hand,

about to break from the last link and float away,

follow the flow to see where silence takes me.

i don't know where any of it would go, to its end,

until i do, then i'll go on from there.

just like the way, we all move on from it all.

what's the rush and the slow down?

i thought some of us knew we don't know what we're doing.

it's part of the experience.

we can be in the middle of it, and we can be okay-

both things: true at the same time.

moved in accord with a crowded march.

neither foot on the ground with the others around me,

together for what's best for everyone...

when what's best for us isn't best for anyone.

this is no time to stand still or be silent.

it's not enough to stand out; we must shine.

we must speak up, and we must listen,

we must come back to earth to be with it.

would we remember the voice after so long?

i think we never knew what the words meant,

"we are all in this together." and we still don't.