busy busy, always busy running from point A to C. what's an oreo without the creme? or bookends on an empty shelf? hyperopic eyes focus on the horizon, never dropping to see the dashes on the road. reminiscing's fun but regret's widespread when we will life to take on lunar gravity demanding it leap when it should crawl. why can’t we be content with today? must we always live one step ahead? there's value in the quotidian, truth in monotony. unembellished breaths propel us forward in ways hyperventilation never could. put tomorrow’s rabbit out of your head, turtle of today. ** Thanks, Velvet Verbosity .