Rush Hour

I rush through each day as if I have endless days ahead of me When in reality each day is counting down to my demise I awake each morning running my day through my mind Planning on how to get there in the shortest amount of time I rush through traffic, angry that it is moving so slowly I run through the halls, arriving at my office out of breath Logging in as I throw my purse in a drawer, the clerk reminds me of a meeting There's fifty emails to answer and the blasted light on my phone is blinking Burning my tongue on a cup of coffee, I rush down the stairs clutching my PDA Deleting messages on my way to another conference I'm not ready for To be told to move their projects to the top of my priorities I return to my desk and scratch another due date to my to do list Lunch comes and goes as I swallow yet another yogart and banana I should have stock in these companies; it's my daily substance Budget is due and the contracts are behind; by the way where is my handouts? I still haven't answered that stupid light on my phone The day is finished and I finally get around to the messages One is canceling tomorrows meeting but there are two to replace it. The last call is my doctors office telling me the biopsy is back Could I make an appointment to see the doctor right away; it's abnormal. Cars honk as they pass me in their hurry to no where I don't see them through the veil of tears streaming off my cheek Did I just pass my exit? I don't care I'm no longer in a hurry; the sun has just set on my day.