World will never rotate faster

Chasing endlessly the laughter

Dreams of out of reach matter

Forgetting basics of matter

Goals of piling wealth

Everlasting painless health

Putting sense on a golden shelf

With no sense of oneself

You can chase and chase

Shoes worn unlace

Lose the pace

intuitions in case

Directions to face

And you could unwittingly lose it all

Trying to fall up that wall

Instead of pausing to think

You need a drink

The born success

We must confess

Life is full