What are you speeding me towards, Life?
Is it the things I want most?
A little Leo or perhaps a Roxanne?
A house of our own with space galore
and a garden to rival that of my childhood?
The day when things finally look how I imagined,
when at last I stop wondering what it’s all for?
Or do you have other plans in mind?
Frustrated ambitions and unrealised dreams,
a relentless grind until retirement
topped off with a terminal diagnosis?
For what purpose are you hurtling onwards
at such a blistering pace, allowing Time
to take ever larger bites out of you?
Is it so I can arrive at contentment faster,
or do you merely delight in watching me chase it?