Catching the Worm

There they are in their glory,
Living lives that we envy
Ingesting the excesses
Of a world gone astray.

So we keep working,
Saving pennies to sample
Moments of a supposed paradise.
Stolen, empty moments.

As we relish in our reward,
We know it is but a moment
And we steel ourselves
For a return to the pain of the grind.

Why can't we see
Paradise is in our lives
It walks with us each day
If only we slowed our pace.

Instead we become the wheels,
Spinning productively
To create the excess
That will destroy our lives,
And forever hide the beauty in our world.