Busy lives keep us
Distracted
Never having to deal
With it, or them, or life
We grind so hard and so long
That it’s easy
To flop into bed
Exhausted
Causing our own exhaustion
Cleaning, cleaning, cleaning
Organize, organize, organize
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.
Can’t stop
Must keep moving
Must keep going
Otherwise we’ll have to deal
With the missing
Missing friends
Missing family
Missing memories
Missing time
Missing dreams
Eaten up with
Must stay busy
Must be busy
Stay “fine”, “I’m good”
The quiet overwhelms
The brain that just wants
Reprieve
From all the planning
All the busy
All the tired
But isn’t it sad
Incredibly sad
That in all the busy
We’re missing
Our children’s giggles
Dogs at our feet wanting attention
The hawk perched in the tree
Staring & hoping that you’ll
Catch a higher vision
For yourself
For your family
For your friends
Is it worth it?
Your inability to slow down?
And enjoy
Who you are
What you are
Whose you are
Right now?
You can’t out run it
Your pain
But one day
When you’re ready
You will heal
And the busy
Will melt
Into a life that is
More
More centered
More balanced
More peaceful
In the meantime busy lives keep us
Distracted
Never having to deal
With it, or them, or life
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