The busy bee
and smell the flowers.
It's an old cliche, I know, but still…
There is no pride in being busy,
it’s a vice
it’s a flex.
it’s an excuse.
What is so great about being busy??
Busy means you’re making money??
Busy means you’re moving up at your job?
Busy means you’ll be able to save up
and buy that thing you always wanted?
we are just obsessed with the material and status.
Being busy won’t bring us happiness,
It’ll just be a way to pass the time.
It’s just a way to ignore our real problems;
our internal unhappiness.
We put our present selves on the back burner,
hoping that more money and status will fulfill that void in the future.
It’s like a carrot dangling in front of the face of the horse;
it’s just a way to keep us moving,
A way to keep us buying;
furthering the empire of the corporate elite.
The next person that complains about being ‘busy’,
I want to kick in the groin.
The next person that complains about being so tired
because they are so busy,
I want to spit in their face.
The next person that
says the reason they haven't changed their life,
or chased their dream,
is because they are so goddamn busy,
I want to grab their hand,
and cry with them;
they are already dead.
They sold their soul to capitalism
and they don’t even realize it.