The rush of modern life
Is a constant buzz
A never-ending strife
To catch the next bus

We run and we hurry
We chase and we scurry
We work and we worry
We forget how to be merry

We are always connected
But never satisfied
We are always distracted
But never gratified

We seek more and more
But lose sight of the core
We forget what we are living for
And what we are dying for

The rush of modern life
Is a trap and a lie
A way to avoid the strife
Of asking who and why

Poems and images Bing Co-pilot