Everyone is in a hurry, beep! beep!
And I have molasses in my shoes
Others turning mightily on a dime
While I’m still searching for clues
Yesterday I knew you quite well
Today you are vaguely recognizable
A familiar life turned inside out
Standing before me indescribable
Problems go under the microscope
For me to see every possible avenue
Meticulous study and reasoning
Will sidestep a stumble or miscue
The emotional wreckage of the impatient
Crashes strewn across the windshield
Shiny objects hypnotize the heart
Then left standing alone at mid-field
Smoking the tires I’ll leave to racers
Who will trade judgement for haste
Slow might not set the new record
Savoring each grain, no sand to waste
Ticket 2 Ride 