"I walk too fast for this city"

[Proze]

First poem written in a LONG time. I know my stanzas and lines have inconsistent amounts of syllables at times. I don't know much about iambic pentameter.. maybe I should. But this is what flows naturally to me. 

Please let me know what you think about the style, flow, and meaning

I appreciate any feedback!
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I walk too fast for this city
There are too many places I have yet to see
Too many dreams I have yet to reach
There are too many people I have yet to meet

They say I walk too fast for this city
Like I’m running to catch a car that already left
Keep walking like that and you’ll be out of breath
You’ll get there first but there will be nothing left

Right? I think about it at times
When I slow my roll, when I fall off my grind
I think about why I do it and sometimes I blank
Sometimes I stare at the bottom of the glass I drank

Sometimes I’m lost, paused at a crossroads
Like where is my place in this life’s grand scheme?
And then I realize that the lies they’ve supplied me
Were all part of the script of somebody else’s dream

That may be why I walk too fast for this city
That may be why I push myself to the line
Because I know the clouds and the trees are too pretty,
If I stop and stare we’ll all be lost in time
Will all be lost in time?