There was never enough time
And everyone would complain: ‘if only there were enough hours in the day’
To paint, to bake and wake not to the sound of an alarm
To acquaint, without restraint from the hands of the clock
Our worlds were spinning and webs of responsibilities woven from the speed of what we spun
Almost off our axes our perspectives had become
And then just like that the music stopped
No tick just tock
And the people flopped
and flocked to the nearest chair
Pause
And people paid with their attention
The People waited and painted
And random rainbows appeared on the bricks of the city
A city now like an empty film set
The age of hyper-productivity without purpose was over
At least for now….
