A New Age Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life in the fast lane does more harm than suffering.
Doing everything for it's sake, getting somewhere
faster, or getting self-satisfaction immediately,
runs against our human nature.
It places undue stress and wear on our beings and
souls.
There are no easy answers, only faster ways of
getting what we want.
This causes our world to be replaceable, material
things wear out faster and need to be replaced more
often.
Nothing lasts. No one has pride in jobs well-done
anymore, all falls through our fingers.
We cannot grasp anything for any length of time.
Life slips through our hands as it has always done,
but the empty loneliness is more intense and closer
at hand.
Stopping, contemplating, looking after our interior
lives would help ease the pain of our existence,
but most of us are too busy to see the logic in this.
As everyone continues quickly, rapidly, searching for
happiness, our individual suffering will be handled
unwisely.
Disuse of progress as we have seen it, has replaced
our interior lives.