As I rush to the future the past hangs on

 like a long day on a summer day. The need for self endulgenment urges to keep going. Dont look back it say as a rush of memories go by . Times up it says.

 The outside is not connected with the

 inside and they are separated by decades of urgency . So much to change so much to do. so much to make up for with no energy to move ... 

rush rush! the thoughts that rumble in my head like a wild river after the rain .

they come fast but they leave faster as

 I run toward the gate of another

 simple thought.