yes! we race everyday
to work, parking lot,
going home, grocery line,
to malls, to beaches, bus
why too much rush my friend
you're making your life
exhausting and maybe less
especially this guy behind me
he is almost kissing my bumper
slight mistake could be disaster
his mind is past that I recon
I take my time, to save minute
not that much to raise my blood
I smile and I let them pass
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem