Fitter, happier, more productive, so they say
But at what cost, in the end, will we pay?
Living life by a list, checking off every box
Does it leave room for spontaneity, or just locks?

At the gym three times a week, eating only what's good
No more microwaved dinners or saturated fats, as we should
Driving patiently, with a baby in the backseat
But have we forgotten the joys of a reckless, wild heartbeat?

We're fond, but not in love, with favors for favors
Charity standing orders, and moral credit checks from our savers
We keep in touch with old friends, but only for a drink
Are we too busy chasing success to truly stop and think?

No longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows
Yet nothing so ridiculously teenage or desperate, no
A better pace, slower and more calculated
But with no chance of escape, are we truly liberated?

Self-employed and empowered, informed members of society
With pragmatism, not idealism, as our guide in all our piety
We won't cry in public, less chance of illness, and tires that grip in the wet
But do these accomplishments make us happy, or do they just let us forget?

Still, we strive to be fitter, healthier, and more productive
Calm, like a pig in a cage, on antibiotics, yet still active
Perhaps it's time to rethink what it truly means to live
And find a balance between what we want and what we give
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