January 27th: Rush

Rapid racing
keep moving forward
feet step "One. Two. Three. Four..."
and they don't stop.

Head pounding
heart pumping
sweat breaking
on
  my
      brow

But no time to catch my breath
even if it's falling from a skyscraper
during the evening rush.

Traffic builds
and the imaginary conveyor belt
moves me along
and I just can't stop.

Even for a
f
    r

a    c
   t
i    o
          n

of a second.

I keep moving
on.