Sometimes we just don't get it
how things could be if we were free
no one watching to say we're wrong
but living life and letting live
Instead so many are ready to pounce
if a hair's out of place
jumping on one thought like it means more
than what it is
a thought, just a thought...
We live like thoughts mean more
and we think too much
and act too little
dream like little escapists
and forget to just be
Staring at my girl and boy
sleeping like angels on a pillow of dreams
realizing the sheer innocence in danger
of the distorting mold
of trying to be like everyone else
Will I think too much while they grow
forget the importance of nurturing soul
with time to be free
able to lean on me when necessary
without confounding my goals with theirs
Will I forget to be there with them
as I attempt to find my own way
lose myself inside of me
while they're pulling on my shirt sleeve
too busy to hear their dreams
too caught up in thinking about the way things should be
trying to be free
but bound
dotting I's and crossing T's
when I should be...
should be...
should be...
just be.
outside of mind
in a present place
living for the joy
of what is real here and now
this moment
and they breathe
a chest rises
and falls
and rises
and falls
it's perfect.
life's good.
right here
right now
not yesterday
or tomorrow
but now
right now.
(Written by Bob Devine. This work is freely shared and not for sale.)