Out of Mind

I watch the world rush past,
everyone chasing something invisible.
Maybe the world isn't fast
maybe it's us,
caught in a race we never asked to join.

I remember slower days,
when time felt real,
when laughter with friends
lasted longer than deadlines.

They say slow down,
but slowing down feels like failure.
So we work like machines,
think like systems,
and feel less to stay in the game.

We chase goals that never arrive,
running in circles called success.
And somewhere along the way,
we lose ourselves.

Right now,
I’m out of mind.
Maybe we all are.