work in progress

"everyday is the same," he says to me
i leisurely stroll till i find the perfect shade of a tree
i eat what i want and i drink what i drink
put quite simply - it's boring me

the caterpillar faces me again with a glistening eye
"but you," he says, "you men must know how to fly
you race with your cars and you speed through your day
there's so much to do, it's no work and all play

how does it feel to keep your feet off the ground?
it must be fun to never have to slow down