Everyone seems to be rushed
Rushed to do so many things
Maybe because everyone knows
That time is running out
But the kids
The driven kids
Under high expectations
Surrounded by others of the same
Rushed to take classes
Rushed to go to college
Rushed to graduate
Rushed to get a job
All the while chasing
The ever elusive target
Of success measured by
Other rushed people
Without knowing what
Success truly is
Other than universally agreed
Amassing of large wealth
Spending entire life
Rushing to go from
Point A to point B
Within a finite life
Like a person on Amtrak
Anxious to go from East to West
Obsessed with destination
Missing all the beauty in between
Not realizing
It is not the destination
But relaxed happy travel
That defines the success
