Snapshot of life in the window

A boy dancing in front of his TV
Without a care in the world
Happy and oblivious

On the road passing by his house
Cars speed by rushing to their destinations
Convinced they are late for all their important dates

In his world he’s as happy as can be
And to him at that moment
That’s all that really matters anyway

At what point do we grow up
And become so focused on the destination
We forget what it’s like to stop and just dance