The Natives are Restless

The natives are restless.
The hours in a day roll
quickly, yet slowly.
Ideas form and float
like vapor amongst
the rafters of this place.
Visions of possible
outcomes bounce off
of one another.
They collide and merge
rolling about into
an amalgam of genius.
Let my hands and my heart
work tirelessly to realize
the potential of this life.
It seems too short
already going so swiftly by
yet creeping slowly
through the corridors of the days.
The hours compile, stretch on, fly by.

Catch one of them with me
and let's see what we can do.
Let us plan and form
our reality with the tools
we are given.
Let us stroll and
talk of the future
in this place.
This place we can see,
this space that is fed
from the tributaries
of the universal rivers
of knowledge.