Lost in your mundane thoughts,
Preoccupied by the world around you,
And other people's lots?
Or perhaps you've evolved to a lion,
Unchained from base demands,
Free to be you no matter consequence,
Standing large and proud as you forge new lands.
Maybe you have evolved at last to the child,
Not meek nor highly proud,
True to your nature, whatever that is,
Comfortable in or out of the crowd.
You are always living,
P'haps you've discovered a fourth way to be,
Somehow free of the last three's misgivings.