rushing

Looks like another chilly morning when I step off the door and walk to the car, started my motor up and let it warm for a couple minutes. I'm still on time, wind is not blowing and the mood shine's gorgeous.

Am I too old to hurry? Everybody seems to be pretty eager. Got through the first traffic light no problem, nothing fancy, nothing quick, nothing different... or not too much anyways.

My brain is trying to tell me I need to remember what I was thinking last night with the tea. Then I recall my thoughts, and start to rush between my ears and my nose, but in the end, there are 20 miles between my eyes and the desktop.

I stop and stare, and she is beautiful. Not full or white but so beautiful. Then my thoughts go back to the calm and cold atmosphere out of my skin, and my fingers hurt 'cause it's so cold.

Back in the mirrors I can's see faces or feeling, it's only lights and chrome, but I can tell this one is trying to pass on the right. That's how the brave do, on the right, get the intimidation going. But it doesn't make any sense to me. Yet they are racing nonsense like there's a trophy when they're crossing the line. Where's the line that I can't see it?

I keep backing down while the sportsmen pass me on the right, one after the other. I still have some more way to go. I'm still not sure bout the destination but it's not close by yet.

Months, days and hours ago I was told the right way to set up the mirrors, and I still don't know why this is not public knowledge, it may be good for the insurance companies but who cares, it's only steel, rubber and glass.

She said: "think about the one who inspires you", and twenty minutes from now it became an answer in the void. Into a cosmic black. Like a drop of water in the middle of the rain. And I still wonder why they keep racing.

I look ahead. I follow the rules. But he didn't set the mirrors like I did. He didn't look ahead too. So I had to back off, back down and hit the brake. But other things get higher priority as I eye balled my gauges, my mirrors, and the back of my head, all the way down to the walls of my lungs. Cause everything causes a chemical reaction in the end.

And we still think the world is turning around us. It is so important, that we can't stop, so important that everyone else should pay attention to what we are doing. So we keep going our own direction, rushing and running around, racing nonsense till the end. Did you have your happy ending?