In the distance, there's a hum of traffic
Another day begins for some
Hurtling along at speed
Faster than is permitted
Why do they not make more time
Wake earlier
Get out and enjoy the day
Nothing and no-one could take that away
Yet still they race
Not allowing others to dawdle
Tailgating
Flashing lights
Hurrying
Not enjoying the journey
Just another day
To get to the office
No planning
Just rushing
I hear them from the field
I walk slowly and take in the air
And the noise
That Hum
Is like Tinnitus
And yet my years of listening has dulled the mind
And I laugh
They have work
I do not
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