She Follows the Birds to Freedom

A Saftey in Busy

It sickens me how life makes us so busy
that we have no time for each other.
No time to get to the stuff that matters,
No time to make ourselves better.
And in all of this rush for God knows what
we are supposed to find happiness.
And yet we are too busy to even enjoy
the things that are supposed to make us happy.
And we like it that way,
I like it that way.
Because if I'm being honest,
I need to be busy.
I'm far too dangerous when I'm idle.
I would prefer to talk about how busy I am than to deliberate over the reasons
that I prefer it that way.
How sad I have become.
In trying to avoid vices I have no time for life, no time of my own,
every bit it is portioned out for someone to own a bit of my day, and by extension me.
Teachers own me with grades,
parents with obligations,
students with work,
society with civility,
Everything has a hold on me,
even my bedroom owns me in some way.
I have become so busy
I cannot find myself anywhere,
and yet I find this to be the safest solution
as of yet.
For busyness keeps me away from demons,
and I cannot afford to go back to them.
SK