The Humans Race

Levitating high on the ground,
I can see the city streets,
With the little dots frantically moving
All in a race for their frantic lives.
Not me.

I enjoy sitting in my room,
20 floors above the unstoppable city.
Enjoying each dots similar outlook.
Rushing for the morning coffee,
Trying to catch an empty Taxi,
while a constant flood of cars
are careless in the streets.

Each dot in an allusion,
That they are in their American Dream.
They live a life of rush and chaos.
All thinking they are different than everyone else,
Failing to realize most are the same.
Not enjoying the simple things,
Taking life too seriously,
Being impatient with how things are going.
They are all the same.

Their rush is my reminder,
Their life is my lesson.
My view into these little dots tells me
I am doing something right.
It tells me I am right,
For not living my life in their confused race.

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