Stampede

we didn’t mean to be going through life this fast

each of us,

               because we all felt so lost from early on

so disillusioned

       at the very outset of our own self-awarenesses

that we felt left behind . . . that everyone else seemed to be going along just fine, so we must have missed something somewhere . . . something important . . . but now we have to hurry (back into the past to find what we missed and jumping into the future trying desperately not to miss anything else . . . endlessly) . . . all the while we’re trying to catch up/keep up . . .

. . . but we don’t/didn’t want to appear to be running or frantic

                                                                                           Or hollow

                                                                                                Or shallow

No no no no no no

We do not want to appear that way at all . . . no one else appears that way . . .

It’s like we’re in a stampede and one of us dares ask:

                                                              “What are we running from?”