Life, so magnificent,
so glorious,
so rare,
would you find yourself in me?

I think and I feel,
but is that enough?
Or do I think too much,
and not feel enough?

We all think we are living,
but being alive is not all we think.
It's what we do with this life,
what we do while we're alive,
that makes this life live.

Look at yourself,
and think,
is there life in me?
Not are you alive,
or are you living,
but is there adventure,
beauty,
an infatuation with love?
Is there music,
is there motion,
is there poetry,
is there art?

Are you full of life,
or are you just living?

Feel the energy,
all around you,
waiting to be set free.

Feel the life,
all around you,
let it consume thee.

Let there be adventure,
let there be beauty,
may you be infatuated with love.
Let there be music,
poetry in motion,
let there be art inside and out.

Let there be life,
let there be life.