faster and faster
the speeding man went
propelling his body, feeding his soul
colossal speed, his consummate goal
round mere mortals he weaved with ease
brushing their shadows in silent breeze
driving the tempo, not looking behind
pushed by his nature, by speed defined
rest he did not crave
nor chance flowers to smell
his passion was speed
and he did speed well
and he sped and he hurried
and got all due tasks done
he was patted and praised and
awarded like none
his close ones, his friends trailed further behind
helplessly reaching, always declined
a step out of touch as he zealously raced
speed was the menace drug that he faced
he figured he�d have a moment
when the speed had died down
that the ground he made he�d reuse
when he came back around
did not occur to him
that the journey is all one way
oblivious of the fickleness of time
and how it whisks one�s life away
he sped to his end at last
one slow day
darting by mortally fast
no final goodbye, no closure
not even a terminal cry
his life did not flash before his eyes
for he was moving way too quickly for that reprise
His epitaph penned : Conceded to Time
It caught up with him in the end
