Envy

I don't envy that Mercedes passing me on the road... I pity my poor choices that keep me from driving it... I don't pine or wish for the righteous mans' soul... I'll be lucky for the salvation that I get... I don't sneer at the professionals with that hint of green in my eyes... I don't hope to reach 100, after all, everyone dies... I'm not jealous of intellectuals, I'm just not that bright... I don't long for the sunrise for I am content with the night... I don't daydream of the summer, while the snow falls outside my door... I've accepted that I'm grounded, as I watch the eagles soar...