Maybe

Maybe

Maybe we pushed way beyond our limit when life demanded more.
We felt the pressure that we had no choice, as before.
As years wear on and we wear down, so many would like to evict
That slave driver we call "time" that binds us in chains like some convict.

I would venture a second guess that those who lived it through
Feel like "I want to rest a while now and smell the roses." How about you?
It's not the chores or work that did that horrible thing.
It was that "slave driver" time that constantly hounded and did bring

A feeling of "hurry-up" so you have a little less time to relax.
A thousand chores that never stay done, and that's the facts
Of life. Only the time we take can we play the child
And kick up our heels and shout and sing and smell the roses for a while.