Snail's Pace
I want to run, far far away
Where the grass is green, and the children play
Where the sun is beaming and the skies are blue
Where the days are longer and my dreams come true
If I could fast forward to that happier place
Perhaps ill feeling would disappear without a trace
Though If I cheated time, I might cheat myself
Perhaps challenges and realisations are encapsilations of true wealth
It's natural to cut corners, avoiding the worst
But too often an occassion am I feeling fit to burst
With thoughts and feelings betraying me
Whilst logic remains, I may be set free