We’re driving cars fast and furious, rushing for the train to get to work on time.
We are feeding our children pop tarts for breakfast; cereal eaten in a stick.
We are noisy, horns beeping, road rage rearing its ugly face.
We are driving though a drive-thru to get a flu shot.
We are just busy, too busy to stop and see the homeless man sitting in a corner in the train station. We run past him.
Too restless to know we need rest. Too busy to notice our business; too busy letting the small things go unseen.
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