Sonnet 2

We run around like cats chasing a mouse

And endless destination never found

We don’t sleep in a home, only a house

Wasting all of our minutes counting down.

We’re too busy to see things as they are

Never waiting to stop and smell the flow’rs

Nor seeing all the brilliance of the stars

Our wasted minutes turn to empty hours.

Everything is a goal that we must reach

Ignoring the real view along the way

We cannot learn yet still we want to teach

All we do is count down to our last days.

We never want to stop and take a breath

So we don’t stop and all we get is death.