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Hustle, bustle, running in a crowd
A desk full of papers scattered around
No time for lunch, noise is so loud
I can’t think, but here I’m bound

The day rushes by as a list piles up
But still it seems like forever
More tea, No! coffee in my cup
From this mess I must try to sever

The “rat race” they call it, what I’m in
I feel like in a maze, where do I go?
Do I flee for my life, give in to a whim?
Must leave a place where feelings can’t show

The clock dings the five o’clock hour
Will peace come to me at last?
Gather this mess up into a tower
And run from this place real fast

© Copyright  2005.02.13 by Jean E. Gorney