I am envious of the way you laugh at your own decay
The way you don't keep time nor race
You grace each day without hesitation
Living within the moments straying away from the anxieties of anticipation
Keeping steady pace
Never overthinking the little things that cause such grief and dismay
There's such beauty in your way
You dream of the future without condemning yourself today
I long to learn from that mind frame
For it resembles perfection and transfers influential sway