Always in a rush
Must admit, 
I live for the rush

I bitch about the hurry
I admit,
Addicted to constant fury

Rush of ocean waves
I wonder,
If I will make it to that day

Flushed, my red cheeks
I wonder,
If you can feel my heat

Scattered and all over place
I can’t
Seem to change my pace

Constant cascades of life
I don’t
Dodge, instead stand in downpours of “why’s”

The surge of the almosts, maybes, and so-close…
The constant hasten moments; distraction’s my host

The plunge of needling ink into my skin
I welcome,
The flush of blood pooling in

Fleeting and flitting around
I recognoize,
The chaos of home I bound