The world moves quickly

and that's okay

because I am a turtle.

I have a hard shell

and slow-moving legs,

I saunter instead of sprint

(not that there's anything wrong with sprinting,

I find it quite admirable indeed,

and from time to time

I am envious of the speed

of the hares of the world).

Anywhoodles, I mosey along

my merry way,

sometimes I don't even notice the sky is falling,

which is a bit of a dangerous approach to life, I suppose,

but I trust my tough shell

and cluelessly continue along

my un-driven journey

to the other side of the road.