Rat Race

We are late again…
The tolling of the bell signals
the lateness of the hour
as we prepare the play…
The costumes aren’t ready,
the lights cannot dim,
the candles are unlit,
and the props unclean.
The scenery is not yet finished.
I stand in the midst of this storm
One person, one me
and all eyes looking desperately
begging for reprieve…
I cannot do it all…
I shake my head and walk away…
The rat race has begun…

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