We do life
in such a rush
let beauty
slip through time
Our minds are racing
in such speed
leaving ideas
stillborn
People are
less tolerant
missing out on
the wisdom
of the prudent
We exist
this mere existence
drowning in
short supply
of joy
We do life
in such a rush
let beauty
slip through time
Our minds are racing
in such speed
leaving ideas
stillborn
People are
less tolerant
missing out on
the wisdom
of the prudent
We exist
this mere existence
drowning in
short supply
of joy