Un - rush

Buzzing like a beetle,

you rush past your life.

And the story that you've heard,

is hardly what was served.

Might look like the better ones,

are the ones who are all blurry,

are the ones with a furrowed  brow,

and double batteried clocks.

But what of those,

who bide their time?

And see more than the busy bee?

The blessed ones; are they?

Neither one way nor another I feel,

For All I have ever learnt to do,

Is to take a breath and catch a glimpse,

And make every moment worth its while.

Breathe... Breathe in the air... Dont be afraid to care...