2011 - Day 40

40 days
And 40 nights
The world moves too quickly,
To stop and stare
To take deep breaths
Succeed in conscious molasses.
Sometimes
An idea comes to you,
Forged from deep within,
Excited and real
Deep marination,
All the while racing
Tick and Tock-
To win is to forget
A loser after all.
Lose to Time's minions
Take the second place
Or third
Or last
Cherish the particles
That the race against time
Leaves behind.