Too much time 

is spent in worry

Way too often

we're in a hurry

Moving like we're

being pushed

By a gust 

of wind's force

Going straight

to the next destination,

aiming for 

another expectation

But in this way

life becomes so dull

Drudging on because

we're being pulled

In this way

life becomes a chore

Unless we fill our lives

with something more.