Enjoying is Our Art

I dislike people who want to do everything on high speed.

In this world there is no place
For people like you and I 
We stand still and observe
While others around us fly

They try to reach the highest mountain
And sing the loudest songs
While quiet enjoyment 
Is something they rush a long

We sit here in the grass
And watch everyone rush by
They storm head first of a cliff
But we rather not die

Even if I lead a boring live
I think I'll enjoy it more
It's about the quality, not quantity
It's about the game, not the score

And so we loaf here in the grass
Let the world go, we watch it pass
We enjoy the sun shine on our heads
And the comfort of our beds

And when the world goes on retreat
We know we've got them beat
Finally we have a head start
Because enjoying is our art

Author's Note

What kind of feeling does this summon?

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Reviews

[myst-ry]

a meaningful write.. theme is good

mild spell check needed for few words. somehow i feel if the last two stanzas had the same rhyming scheme as the prior it would have been better.