Perpetually in a hurry.
A run in the morning. A run in the evening. No time for breakfast cause I’m running late so I run to class. Then, I sit while my mind runs around in circles and time never stops running. My pencil runs across paper and fingers run across piano keys. Trying to run my grade up a few more percent so it’ll run up a letter. Running out the house on the weekends to go meet the one that makes my heart rate run. My running mind about the run in my tights and the run in the song that keeps on running. And still, my mind is running in the shower while water runs down my hair and I struggle to run out because yet again, time runs and I’m running late. I know time will always be running while I try to run my life but can we all just take a moment to not go anywhere, set our own pace, and love the place we’re at?
