Rush

All that I have earned

Red, yellow, tanned,

Even That hold of mine

Everything has been burned!

Nothing left for me

Rough, facts, dreams,

Even my own so called home

Everything else vanished; screams!

Yet that stick on my clock

Running tik tok! Hip hop!

Same way since birth;

Full speed and Non- stop.

Heaven! I should speak clean,

Straight, honest and for all Being,

Even I should carry on my thoughts

And walk my own speed among all rushing.