But I have promises to keep...

This poem definitely fits well for my life. I'm in this constant rush to get things done and in the moments of silence and calm I stop and take it in, and then go back on my way bouncing between work and class and other obligations. I hesitate to pull out a Robert Frost so early because I do love his poetry, but I'm going to do it anyway, I reserve the right to use him again later in the month haha.

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.