From walking and talking, We move into space.
To occupy what We claim as our place
As part of the massive Whole human race.
Some walk, others run. Some trip, several fall.
It's how we find our "selves" Even when backed into a wall.
We plan and we fret. Always feeling we've left.
The path seems to turn Our feet seem to burn.
We've walked and we've run. Through Rain and Hot Sun.
Ourselves go, seek to find. With never, ever, enough time.
WHAT IF we chose another way? To measure each and every day?
We stopped measuring, Comparing and judging.
Would the world actually stop spinning? If for once we simply turned away?
Simply put, enjoyed the day, today?
