Racing To Live
Who the hell do you think you are?
Roaring by me in your motor car;
Did you not see me standing there?
Or was it just you did not care?
Care to see the world around you;
Racing to no place like a fool;
The rat race you find yourself in,
Was not created by other men;
You alone are free to choose,
That which determines if you win or lose;
Remember your fables; the tortoise and hare;
Life is not just about getting there;
The journey is where the joy is hidden.
So sad these fools merely destination driven;
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