Where to?

Big city, morning light;
No time anywhere in sight.
Everyone's hurrying, to where?
Kids, cars, men and women,
Whether at eight or ten;
Some destination, somewhere.


Late evening, lights on;
And bright, noisy honks.
The same flight, to where?
Life’s all a hurried flight;
Of climbing steps, greater, higher right?
Everyone wants to reach there!


But where to?
Slow down, please will you.
Before it’s a bit too late.
Feel the wind in that swaying tree.
Where there’s calm and free,
Wouldn’t you like to be there?

Not a great piece of poetry, nevertheless expresses what I felt traveling to work one day and felt I need to capture the same.