Rush : Poem

We need it, it gives us a high, sending us to another sphere.

Out of this sensible world where everyone is safe, stable, yet they still rush.

A different rush, one with no feeling, other than panic.

Panic on the streets, get somewhere, get some thing, get someone.

All now, tomorrow is too late.

Now!

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© Neil Hayes and neilhayeswriter

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