No Slow Lane for Me
Fighting the tide of life
Everyone around me is
going
so
slow
content with an easy pace
meandering along
following the current
but I am no leaf, content to let the water carry me
halted by every rock that juts out
and every sticky sandbar
My canoe steers through
and sometimes against
the current
Pushing through the crowd
swirling leaves behind me
I don’t let others slow me down
or dull my sense of purpose
I find gaps in passing
shoot through them
to avoid getting bogged down in the traffic
I can’t live in the slow lane
This poem is about:
Me