There is a Reason

 When your lane is congested and slow

Your eyes and heart are evermore

Envying those on the other lane

That is going in the opposite direction

That is so free and fast in motion

But only by staying put on your lane

And fighting off the temptation

Will the arrival be a revolution

When you are an elephant waiting

For two years for the baby coming

You wish you were a chicken indeed

To cut the wait to a month instead

But patient waiting is the price

That you must pay twice or thrice

For being gigantic and majestic

With a goal towering and emphatic

When a hare dashes past you

You feel hurt and sad to be slow

Until the hunter dashes past too

Chasing the hare that past you flew

Then you remember thankfully

You are a tortoise built strongly

Encased in that impregnable armor

And so having no need to be a hare