The world seems all but praise for speed
Ignoring the never ending need to recede
It's all about giving it, right now and quick,
Whatever happened, to the old times slick
The stress and disease, and the dissatisfaction of doing
Of things when done fast, only brings ruin
Look around to this life, we have come for a reason
And all we are doing, is miss the passing season
A lifetime is gone, with your running around with none
Forgot to sit back, and speak a little to some
In the race of life, the rabbits we've become
Forgetting it was the steady, tortoises that won
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