The Movement of our legs

one, lift, two, lift.

Such complications in a simple step
Naturality known since our first baby steps,

one, lift, two, lift.

Once the movement becomes right
walking becomes so much more

one, lift, two, lift.

It's a time to think,
to talk
to love the fall

What if we decided to walk?
Slow down the world.
Slow down ourselves.

Some people can't do it because
they are out of shape,
or have no time,
but that's not why.

Some people can't slow down.
Can't let life go by.
Can't pause for but a moment.

We take a stroll every once in a while
(actually more than just a while).
Several times a week
and every walk
is a new adventure.

It's a time to think,
to talk,
to love the fall.

Food is energy
refreshing the body
fueling the mind
powering the aura

          There are few times I
          do in fact eat
          and those times I realize
          how vital it is

The energy it provides
The focus it gives
The inspiration it donates

     Looking around i see
     their faces.
     Those morning faces,
     staring straight ahead with
     grim looks on their mugs.
     No thought son their minds
     either than the food
     which consumes them.

I spot a friend.
Wet hair
uncomprehensioned look
dressed and prepared for the day
ahead the day of unknowing

          Trying to prepare for nothing
          for that which doesn't really exist
          Yet...

Now I'm shaking,
A broken man
trying to sift the pieces back
together

     Back together

Sleepless nights

Filled with thought

Left to the knowledge of Earth's sorrows


Breathing in

Breathing out

The air flow is life renewing


When all that we are
reveals time's ***** plight.  
Just a vision which none
can see nor predict

why try to fix this?
why try at all?

Start the new day

          With a fresh ray of light

      To **** the demons

               Which the night releases.

Let the sun shine in,

      Let the new day arrive.