Society for the Protection of Sanity


footprints 1

No time to deliberate.

With the vacancy of procrastination up for debate.

When stranger cars roll by, as if their importance, has somewhere to go.

The nature of things…minister to time being…slow.

 

Indeed, if the gusts are correct,

hastened rides have no soul.

Even the big brown dog knows,

though the years have brought about a case of selective listening,

you cannot get here from speeding there.

The beauty of taking nature for a hike,

as simple as,

chasing squirrels up a tree.

No couch needed for this kind therapy.

 

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