...of having to rush
and keep on rushing
running and running
and telling
others that 'i am busy'

very much like the
busy waves of the sea
always rushing to
the shore

and then finally
having done
nothing
having brought nothing
having owned
nothing

nothing, nothing
nothing

(the only reality
we now have
this nothing

pretended by a rush
a busy life
a hardworking life
like
a cow, a bull,
a buffalo

accurately more
like a dog...

a rat, a worm
an aphid...)

Sebastian Soberania

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/always-busy-busy-busy-doing-nothing/