Time Illusion

Rush, rush on a Monday morn, Time is an illusion, yet you're still worn. The clock ticks on, but moments deceive, In the race of life, what can you achieve? You hurry through tasks, your mind in a fog, While others move smoothly, like a well-trained dog. The hours feel heavy, yet they slip away, Is your frantic pace leading you astray? Coffee in hand, you chase what you can’t find, But the minutes vanish, leaving you behind. Your peers move with ease, a serene, steady grace, While you struggle to keep up in this endless chase. Rush, rush on this Monday, seeking your prize, But time’s illusion blinds your weary eyes. It’s not the hours that you must outpace, But the calm within that sets the true pace.