prosepiece - sometimes

sometimes it's just,
all too much
the going's always going
and yet never enough.
give more of yourself,
of your time and your STUFF
need a break, to slow down
catch our breath
and adjust...
to a languid life so loving
leaving, everything for
nothing's so important
to be rushing
constant chaos always crushing...
so let languor linger longer
lull our breathing,
time to wander
through whatever, ever fonder...
gorgeous options still to ponder...