For the peace that I feel within, am I at fault
That I don't feel the fire, but only the willness to work,
Do I lack drive
That I'm contented, am not restless
Do I lack purpose
That I don't list goals, only pursue what interests
Am I called Lazy
For what can assure, we can only intend
So let's enjoy the walk, be it grassy or stony
And detach from the result, the anxiety or the pleasure
That I don't feel the fire, but only the willness to work,
Do I lack drive
That I'm contented, am not restless
Do I lack purpose
That I don't list goals, only pursue what interests
Am I called Lazy
For what can assure, we can only intend
So let's enjoy the walk, be it grassy or stony
And detach from the result, the anxiety or the pleasure
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