life is a race
against the clock.
You know you can’t win
you keep on running
friends are sympathetic.
The journey is one of anxiety:
it’s no tall order keeping a car on the road.
Depths of water.
The temptation to put your foot down
when the only sensible course of action
is to go slow, slow, slow…
You don’t see what you should -
the gates of the house are always open.