I am busy you say…
Assuming the victim stance,
Or the self importance glance.
Saying its all about the finance.
Needing to somehow self enhance.
There is no room for magic-no place for perchance!
Definitely no space or time for modern dance!
Where is the time for Romance?
A trip to The Tuscan hills or Paris France?
I’m too busy you say wearing your fancy pants.
Around your office you pant , swear and prance.
Is this what we asked for? Sweet sufferance?
We believed our lives we would enhance!
We idolized busy, we even made movies glorifying ANTS!
Going about our days as if in a religious trance.
We don’t even have time to water our plants!
Stopping by our ATMS withdrawing yet another cash advance.
Appeasing our BUSY-ness with more stuff, and overworked rants.
We overextend ourselves and our spending, We need to re-finance.
Trusting that we are and we have enough. No chance!
We want to know the answers…way in advance.
We have bought in..hook line and sinker. The truth we refuse to glance.
Our time becomes limited. A former friend turns into a mere acquaintance.
Our reality does not match up with our dream.
Our thoughts they wander…off into the sweet distance.
What have we created? What have we done? We ask all askance.
It’s not our fault we say. They told us to do it. Put on our big girl pants.
Would this be considered as mitigating circumstance?
May we find peace in our being-surrender into happenstance.
Ducit Amore 