Speeding Poem by Gary Diamond

We're so busy speeding and speeding.
Walking too fast on the feet
Keeping the right foot on the accelerator.
We're trying to speed our way through everything.

And what for?
Knocking years off each others time here
By cramming and barging and jumping queues
By squeezing a gap too tight and causing pile ups
Then they slow down
Then they slow down to use those rubber necks.

The beauty of nature takes another hit
As the new motorway, autobahn or highway ploughs through
Now the people can hit the hundreds
Never looking at the fervent countryside they're
Blasting through.

It is another distraction.
It is another way of wasting time.
Because if they slowed down
It would flood back
We expect.

Speeding through life
Rewinding and fast-forwarding
Cashing in on the good memories
Pawning off the old ones.

Trying to cram far too much in.
Trying to make up the late by speeding.
Wouldn't it just make more sense
To slow down and then
As an advantage
Take in everything.

Even with the dead-end jobs
Even with the time at the pub.
There's benefit to be had
By making the most of a moment
Not trying to cut through
As lightning does on a cloudy night.

No-one likes being blinded or deafened
After all.