Do I really want this ? This fast life Goal after goal yet not satisfied Always chasing Like there is something always missing Feeling like am not doing enough am in a bus sitting in the passenger seat Society is the ruthless driver How do I get off ? How do I stop this fast moving bus? How do I save me ? I never wanted this Sitting in the bus my heart beat in my ears I jumped I thought I wouldn't survive But I landed in a field of wildflowers The bus sped away, a fading roar Leaving only the wind and the sun on my face. I saw a little pond with flowers Took my shoes off to feel the water with my feet The constant chase was over The missing piece was stillness