And the world rolls on in oblivion
Empty stares and harried faces,
Living lies and lack of graces.
Who's to say you have made your mark?
You've made it when they stand you on podiums.
Endless assignments and deadlines press,
Putting all else on hold leaves a trail of mess.
Looking down to the ground, with plenty in your hands,
Its nice to know you've a job to do.
A job to do, a job to complete,
You need to stay in that driver's seat.
It's your destination, who can thwart your way,
Except yourself; and your will to run on.
No one looks up, sees Him that pursues them,
No one strains to hear the small voice beside them.
When the Saviour looks down on the world He died for,
There is grief in his heart from the faces that turn away.
Deadlines will always loom. Sometimes, when it gets to a point when we're too caught up in our own work, we forget why we even exist. We forget our civil graces, and we forget to be kind just because we think the world owes us something more during this period of time. We think that the world revolves around us and our work. Why are we so selfish? That is what I ask myself each day.