The Pace

The alarm roars again
Like a whistling freight train;
As inevitable as the rising sun,
Yet another leg of the race has begun.

Each day is endless rushing,
So much going and coming;
Ever more chores must be faced,
Fresh hurdles at the same fast pace.

A new drama must be confronted --
Oh, could we this time please just punt it?
I feel like I'm hunted;
Instead of a home run, can I just bunt it?

Yet, though I fervently complain,
I set the pace for my own gain;
I'm the architect of this world view;
The path is all mine -- the drama, too.

Douglas Young