I seem to be
Very keen
On getting everything finished
Before this month is done,
I wonder
What’s the hurry?
And where I think
I’m going so fast,
Why don’t I
Want it to last?
How far
Do I think I can go?
And what’s up
With all the questions?
All this and more
I want to know,
Such craving
And such energy,
Can’t figure out
What it’s all about,
Maybe
Someday I will,
Or if not
Perhaps it matters not,
In any case,
I continue
On with the race,
Keeping the pace
Until eventually
I start
Looking for someplace
To park temporarily.