Too busy
for everything
too busy to see
those who bring joy
who comfort
who bring smiles
Too busy to go outside
to lay in the grass
it's all about impressing
and keeping up
with the Joneses
Too busy to have fun
to enjoy it all
I'm busy being busy
but I don't know what for
It's all about rushing
home to finish nothing
I wonder what age
will bring completeness
Will I ever feel full
Will I learn to want less
and not take for granted
all these things
I am looking for the simple life
but wonder how long it will take
to arrive
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