Versus time

The road to unlimited greed, veiled by what they say- infinite desire, cropped to window size- life, not a an easy task fellow earthlings
Too much to do, too little a time, too fast- this world,
No wonder it’s fast, as its young and in its prime,
I wonder if it stopped, took a time out, got down from its steel horse.
If I could ask it to bench the haste and anxiety- would it choke and die?
Would it cry out for help, would it curse, moan and ultimately stop moving at all!
I wonder what it would do! But something tells me it will be alarmed, appalled at the sight it never stopped to see, at the sunset it never bothered to praise, at the flower it never saw growing.
This puddle of water, within a crowded city, calm and tranquil, thousands of cars and trucks going through it making it smaller, and vanquishing it before it could die, it would be surprised to see its glimpse in this puddle of water. I think it would be surprised by the serenity displayed in this utter chaos.
I wish I was a slow moving car in a HOV lane, a little boy looking at the world from his window, looking at the slaves of time. I wait for a day when the roads sign would say “what’s the rush”.
When people carry empty briefcases to work and students carry empty bags to school. When they don’t know what they want to do every next second of their day.
I wait for that day when clock steps down and the humans reign supreme.
When we all halt at a pit-stop, and look back but don’t think, when we think ahead but don’t picture it. I wait for that day when we live in present, and wait for more presents to come.