I am in a rush through life,
This just has always been so,
That often times I leave myself behind.
I don’t want to be the reason,
Or just the cause of disbelief,
I just want to be the inspiration in me.
I wonder what the road will bring,
Just useless thoughts and needless Worry,
About a path stretched out,
And destined for me.
To be impulsive is not what I do.
It may look like that onto you,
Mindful awareness of what I desire,
Is the path I am accustomed to.