And at the end of the day,
There's always more to see
In your life, through your eyes,
And in your dreams, through your mind;
So don't worry.
The world is in no hurry,
And in the flurry of scurrying that is a city street,
Remember to stop sometimes and take a seat
On the bright yellow-line next to the speed-limit sign
Because those who work overtime,
Always seem to turn into balls of slime in the thrush of free-verse that is society;
And all the technicality as a result of liability issues is fine with me,
Providing they allow me to peak at the real reality to remind myself I'm free and more sightly than the tightly-knit and frightening father-figure CEO
Who can't go to sleep without affecting the lives of at least 1 million civilian bystanders,
Who forget to meander on the bright yellow-line next to the speed-limit sign from time to time.
Stop to make sure at least some of your words rhyme
When you write your hectic poetry through the overwhelming cries of 7 billion lives pushed into overdrive as a result of the 21st century.
Through all this I would like to pose a question:
Is it better to be happy than free?
Or greater to be free than happy?
And either way, if I'm working to hard,
I'll leave it to you to slap me back to reality,
Because honestly...
More than half of this was never real to begin with.