What's Life?

I sit down to write, awaiting inspiration. Epiphanies abound in the "I Have a Dream" nation. Believe to achieve, the sky's the limit. But nothing's worth reading, unless you can skim it. Books speak in bullet points, this is how to do it. Strategies and plans, self-help condo-its. Society's yellow brick road to happiness, so straight and narrow. I just wanna stop, and marvel at a sparrow. While I don't suggest to go live in a cave, in a cubicle I sit; the beauty of life I crave.