he sped through the traffic lights, laughing like a madman

his passengers squealed and screamed in fear, worried for their lifespan

and he and i merely grinned at each other slyly for we knew

there was no time to laze about, and hence we simply flew.

reached the rickety old cafe, ordered for our meals

he and i boomed in laughter to see all the others heal

told them that our lives stuck to an extremely tight, old schedule

explained that we should save our hours simply for the essential.

for what is life if not a race? we're simply chasing death

and what even is the point of life if we're wasting every breath?

gobbled down our bread and butter like hungry, desperate dudes

burped and uttered blessings for our stomachs full with food.

then stood up just like lightning, and power walked to the car

and left our past memories distanced, abandoned them very far

began our day with determination, a desire to accomplish goals

for what is life if not an opportunity to fill up all our holes?

productivity is my friend and time my dreaded enemy

for it always ensures me rushed, never dwelling in my ecstacy

entered class five minutes early, jogging all the way

because surely, one destined day, this all will simply fade.

A/N: Just curious. Does anyone else here just wake up and wonder about the concept of time? Because it happens to me a lot, haha.