Speeding On A Motorbike Poem by Doris Cornago

The quality of life spent

is the totality of time

not wasted on self-indulgences

but who knows how to spend?


Time goes by in undiminished

speed - same as for everyone

All are given equal quantity

but not all know how to bend...


The measure of effectiveness

may not be actual time spent

but the volume that is wasted

on nothingness, which matters...


All can gain speed with time

when just idling on a thought

debating with self, alone in a car

waiting for traffic light to turn


Thinking of someone in a room

mind works free without activity

hatching a poem, self-awakening

in so much beauty in the making...


Speeding on a motorbike

a boy encounters eternity

mind clicking, no time is wasted

with creativity and commitment...