Hurry hurry hurry to our death we go; never thinking of just going slow. We must keep the world demands and so it goes.
Who can see the danger? Is it wise to go blindly on; always listening to that leads to our demise. L ike slaves we,move never thinking for ourselves; afraid to fall behind, always listening to our mind. Who is it you follow both night and day; instead of realizing there's Another way?
Wake up oh man, there is a plan; it can't be seen while going so fast.
Let go of all that worries you and stand still from all that hurries you; that causes you to run.
No longer listen to that voice that tells you, you must hide. Come in from the storm and there abide. All is well for one who's still. They come to know the radiant beauty of his face. There is nothing to fear when its his voice you hear.
Be still oh man and let him near.