Sloth

Dozens of feet rushing in time’s cost
People trying to catch a breath
as though there’s a time bomb strapped to their chest!
They work, work and never rest.

But right there, behind one mute door,
time lost to space. There was no race,
Just slow and steady. Peace, tranquility.
Under artificial breeze, he lays….not to exist but to cease….

He never blinks, never thinks, he just sinks
In his bag of beans, lost in the world of dreams.
What he sees are fantasies. Where he is, he’s at ease…
Oh please! When he’s back to earth, he’s of no worth.
There is no need for preparation when there is no aspiration!

What are deadlines to those who don’t fear?
What are hopes for those who don’t care?
What is satisfaction to those without passion?
What is the value of time to those without any goal?

Time is something one cannot stall…
Iron will rust and an apple will rot.
The lazy will become lazier and then turn into a Sloth.