Slow down and breathe

The rush of wind in the morning awakens you,
Just to realise it’s you running to be on time,
Yet it’s always an almost feeling,
Somedays you almost make it, somedays you are almost late,
So what’s the rush? 
Slow down and breathe.

You hear the sound of a clock ticking,
Only to realize it’s the sound of your hand going at the keyboard,
You have so much to do and the time never seems enough,
With no breaks and lunch at the desk,
There is still a little left something for the other day,
So what’s the rush,
Slow down and breathe.

You find yourself staring at the moon,
Only to realize you have forgotten how sunsets look,
Sometimes you are confused which place to call your home?
The one where you are when awake? Or the one where you go to be asleep?
Your home changed while you were busy admiring the moon,
Your home changed when you forgot all about the sunsets,
But what’s the rush?
Slow down and breathe...

You find yourself laughing out loud,
The joke wasn’t even funny,
You wonder where is the innocent chuckling lost,
Only to find yourself laughing again at the joke of your senior,
Amongst all this, you have forgotten the chuckling of your group,
So whats the rush? 
Slow down and breathe.

You see a few people running as fast as they could,
And a few more behind them,
You worry and are confused only to see more people running,
Only to realise they are all chasing a train,
A train of their dreams,
Yet it’s always an almost feeling,
Somedays they almost make it, somedays they are almost late,
So what’s the rush? 
Slow down and breathe...