This life in a slo-mo,
Is a life I like,
Even though fear grips around,
While the numbers steadily spike.
This life of leisure,
Is the life many don’t crave,
But it gives me pleasure,
While some others just rave.
This life of idle,
Gives me a lot of peace,
It enables me to toddle,
Into my heart of infinite space.
This life of mute,
Is really to savour,
It is just too cute,
To not to ponder,
This life of calm,
I’m here to flow on,
Like a blanket so warm,
In a harsh winter season.
So, you know now,
Of how I feel,
That this life in a slo-mo,
Is indeed a big deal.
Om Shanti….