Where am I going, I don't really know,
Why must there be a place where someone should go?
Why must we rush, hurry, to be,
Calm down, be patient, but nobody sees.
I'd rather be spontaneous than any other way,
but hurry, hurry, hurry, that's how it is today.
Well I guess it's the way it's supposed to be,
But maybe, just maybe, somebody will see.
This poem is written by James Allman and was found on tripod.com
This poem has a really deep theme that resonated with me for awhile after first reading it. People go too fast through this world, always in a hurry, not noticing the small things. And after it's all said and done, it's the small things that make all the difference in life. Sometimes people just need to slow down, take a break, and appreciate what they have and the world that's around them.
Imagery: I can picture people with their head down, walking on a city street or through an airport. They're rushing to get to someplace that, in the long run, doesn't really matter. Then there's an older man or woman sitting on a bench, watching everyone walk by. Wiser and more experienced in life, they learned their lessons, and relax to see the small details that make life what it is.