In the doorway

This is another vintage piece but it seems timeless for many.

In the doorway
Have You five minutes, God?
Frankly, I have no more than that myself
What with this commitment and that.
I don't know how I get myself into these binds.
Sometimes, late at night
(Or early in the morning,
Depending on how you look at it)
I wonder why I'm so driven
To be all places
To do all thins.
I go and go, yet am still in the same place,
Seeing the same faces and walls,
Hearing the same voices and philosophies.
But, I guess that's life--
Or, is it?
I thought maybe You--
But I have to run,
I'm late now.