The One

Suppose each day you woke u, feeling the sun beat down on your face.

As you crawl out of your bed, it suddenly hits you.

You had dreams. You have to hit the ground running.

The world whizzes past you.

The faces turn to a blur.

Night comes. You crawl into bed.

What happened?

Did you stop to see the sights.

Did you stop to whiff the smells?

Did you stop to care.