Phaltu poem series - The mad rush

'I am going crazy', I am thinking,
what with all this mad rush!
'Where am i Going', I ask myself,
my inner voice is going quiet.

Not knowing when all this is ending,
constantly feeling rushed, rushed.
'What a mad rush!', I am feeling,
my head is in a jumbled state of thought.

First to please dear heart's desire,
I go about doing and buying things,
and always I am still feeling,
at the end of the day, 'What a mad rush!'.

'Is this really important, or can I break away,
from all the little things, that force me to say,
my head is a mush, and my life,
nothing but a mad rush.