An endless race we will never win
As the hands of the clock spin and spin
Ever so cunning this game we play
Makes us wonder if we’ve lived a day
A deadly curse dooming all mankind
This funny concept: the elapsing of time
In a grinding life we all believe
Because our goal is to constantly achieve
Breathe, some say to those who run
Take a moment to have some fun
We’re already late, the runners say
If we stop and wait it’ll all be taken away
A modern world revolving around success
Forbidding all to settle for less
“It’s your duty to society and to yourself”
But by the time you get there, you’ll have nothing left
An Artist at Heart 