Spike whimpered and barked
Door open, gate open too
Spike paced on the porch
The rush of these days, when so much is on our mind.
It's hard to stop and take a minute to unwind.
Everything we do is for this one goal,
once that's done we can sit and console.
When the pressure is highest and the time is short,
we can look to each other for love and support.
Often you reel, stagger and fall
in the dizzying whirl of complexities
of a fast-paced, competitive city life;
you think you've got to rush along
armed with complicated schemes
or else, you'll end up very dead;
you may take counsel from water
that has just been poured into a glass,
filling, taking the form of the latter,
patiently waiting for tiny particles
that float or swirl in it to settle down,
as silent sediments at its bottom.
Fast paced love monster
Slip one down her neck.
That's what hugs are for.