Racing blindly round the bend,
Jumping forward to the end,
Skimming over boring text,
Chasing after what comes next.
The fresh allure of pastures new,
Promising a better view,
The greener grass, not far away,
Inviting us to come and stay.
We never look before we leap,
Landing somewhere way too deep,
Fast-forwarding to what comes next,
Missing out on life’s subtext.
Life shouldn’t be a constant race,
Let’s vote today for slower pace,
And take some time to figure out,
What being here is all about.