It’s not a race to see who wins
No prize at the end of the line
Not looking back to judge life’s sins
Searching for that unmissable sign
Keeping up with society and its rules
Chasing your tails, always wanting more
People taking time out, they’re no fools
Be adventurous, and open the country door
A simple walk along the canal side
The fresh air pounding your face
A spring in your step, a sudden glide
This freshness you can’t replace
Back in the city the dirt and smog
Running out of time, moving fast
Head filled with a timetable log
Life cut short, it won’t last
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