As I gaze through the window,

Everything seems to be in a rush.

Are they running? Or

Are they striving to catch up?

I find beauty in their haste,

A serene calmness amidst the frenzy.

I marvel at how everything seems to move backward,

Swiftly, swiftly, swiftly.

Houses, people, trees,

Cars, shops, and every little thing,

All racing back!

Isn't it soothing?

At times, it makes me dizzy,

Yet it remains satisfying and good.

I reflect on myself sometimes:

Memories are like the destination, and our minds are like those objects rushing backward.

But I always forget they aren’t moving—I am moving forward.

I am the one in a hurry,