I sit outside in the morning air My mind at rest, without a care.
My life I guess almost complete The world no longer at my feet.
It doesn’t seem to matter much If or when things get done as such.
I see them racing here and there The pace of life enough to scare.
Not a minute left to hang around No thought for others, sight or sound.
I’m bothered not by non inclusion Keep your rat race, and delusion.
I’ll stick to this life at an easy pace Keep phone off hook, just in case.
Whilst I sit outside in the morning air My mind at rest, without a care.
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