Rush

I feel time is rushing against my life

Everywhere I look I see another goodbye

Is it me, or the world is running faster?

Is it me, or nothing is suppose to last?

Mountains are moving across the sky

Oceans are leaving the earth behind

I sit down and try to think of a reason

Why things have to change each season.

It doesn’t exist a single human being

Who stops for a second just for seeing

That the earth is raising its last hand to us

Asking for our patient instead our rush.

Stop for a moment and look around

There’s no answer that can’t be found

Believe that the world is one of a kind

And you need it to remain alive.

Elsa Azevedo