About Time

Never enough time
to get it all done
I hustle
I bustle
frazzled nerves
shredding
the veneer
of calm
I mutter
I stutter
leaving
an unfinished trail
in my wake
I explode
I implode
on the verge
of collapse
when a
youthful voice
of reason
pierces the
frenzied fog          
"Chill, ma"
Stopped
in my tracks
by teen wisdom
I pause
I ponder
So much to do
so little time
that's true
Maybe
I should do less
enjoy the time
while it's still mine

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