Descending down to the tarmac To reality The good, the bad and the ugly Having been away was good I think Isnβt it always wise to travel? To see dear friends? Meet new people? This old soul needs to keep going Grabbing the next rung As the clamor and pressures of life Rise up to greet me Fortunately itβs a three day weekend Look, Iβm still showing up Isnβt that worth something?