Hurrying about. Without a thought.
No time to worry about silly things.
Ink pen stuck in hair, no barrette.
Who really does care.
No time to rest must finish work.
If it is possible I think my brain hurts.
If I slow down hunger would catch up.
No time for lunch.
Bag of chips a quick munch.
Soon must look completely at ease.
As if it all just seemed to appear.
For they will call silence please.
And the meeting will begin.
Me watching the clock.
Waiting for it to end.