Waking up.
To another day.

Grab my bag.
I'll be on my way.

Out the door.
No need to slow down.
Quickly moving as I head into town.

Forgot my lunch.
I did that again.

Oh man, I want to slow down,
but when?

Every day.
Just like before.
Hurry hurry, on to the next thing.
Oh wait, Stop! I just heard my phone ring.

Just another call. Just another day.
When will this chaos end?
When will I get out of my own way?

I hate the busy, but I keep on choosing it.
I keep telling myself it's fine, 
but deep down I know I just can't groove with it.

To be honest, I feel fucking done.
I'm throwing in the towel,
The race has been won.

This life. This striving. It's not really me.
So I'm choosing to slow down.
Discover my destiny.

It doesn't feel easy, to just stop the busy.
But I'm the only one that can do it.
I'm the one that holds the key.

Finally choosing me, after all this time.
Let's see what happens when I open up to what's
rightfully mine.

Anna Simon