No Ambitious Nor Pretentious Blood In Myveins. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

No burning fire, no climbing high,
Just quiet days beneath the sky.
My heart, it beats a steady pace,
No rush, no need to win a race.

My engine hums, a gentle sound,
With simple tasks all around.
No flashy dreams, no puffed-up pride,
Just peace and calm, deep down inside.

This quiet life, it feels so right,
A steady glow, a soft, warm light.
No need for more, no need to strain,
Just simple joys that ease the pain.