Hustle and bustle, busy with tizy,
Life revolves around the sun.
Frantic antics and an insane deign,
Always seem to make me run,
To be free from the hectic,
I deem not so eclectic…
Yet trapped in the what is owed
Of the worlds line to be towed.
One day maybe, it I will find,
For now,though, it’s back to the grind.