Busy, busy loads of doing
No time left for being
Must do this must do that
Rapid hurried fleeing
No sitting staring standing still
Step and fetch it right away
No time now for present time
Just looking forward to that day
Waiting vexed for one more text
Existence up on trial
Too much to do no time for you
I’ll send a picture of a smile
Rooms packed full of no one there
Drifting in and out of space
They come they go on screens that show
A wishful made up face
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