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

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