You have to dream fast wake up
before your body is rested and the sun,
open your eyes to artificial acute sounds
put your feet back on the ground,
take a shower if you can, swallow
your pathetic substitute to a breakfast
hoping coffee will fulfil its purpose and a void
you don’t have time to heed.
Run downstairs transport yourself to a larger box
tolerate traffic lock yourself up,
think fast you must produce productivity
is measured by the speed, of your words
decisions and results, climb the ladder
of your career you once thought to coincide
with what you wanted as a child smile
to people you do not esteem, impeding yourself
to ponder may you not pose that fatal question,
why? Why are you doing what you’re doing
and does the answer you provide satisfy
the rebellious angry spirit you muzzled long ago?
Frantically swipe, left and right pursuing love
encounters just an added facebook friend
a selfie on insta a drunken night. Remember that face?
You will forget, you have no time
to build relationships and muse on how you lost
‘day by day’ trading it for ‘on demand’, a consumed
enter key you wonder, if your loneliness is just yours
or someone else outside there feels the way you do.
Blinded you are moving, too fast to see
the entire human race stampeding with you
towards a future with no presents and a fleeting past
rest assure, you are not alone and you are allowed
to a pause. Dream slow.
[Featured artwork: Engineering of Time by Andrey Gusarenko]