RUSH RUSH RUSH

Poems don’t seem to rhyme anymore.
My life doesn’t seem to shine anymore.

Spirits run to an all time low.
Maybe some things I also don’t know.

What is there confusion and all the fuss.
Why is there such a maddening rush.

Can I rest a while for some time alone.
My heart beats low and sometimes I feel like a stone.

Is it really so difficult to scream, shout and have some fun.
Why am I sitting, when, what I really want to do is get up and run.