After a long Time
There was a time long ago.....When simply living was the way to go. The youthful soul would seize the day and never wonder "which is the right way?"
Free of rules the world was filled.....With mysterious beauty as wonder spilled, over the hearts and minds of those who took it in like the scent of a rose.
But then one day came a thought....."Should I have more than I've got?" The sould, made older, is suddenly aware of what is lacking everywhere.
"How shall we live?" This soul asks....And sets out to work the mentaltask. With knowledge of good and knowledge of bad....They try to make more of life than they've had.
They take whtis and try to improve.....That which is still, they try to move. Pride is found with every success, but, judgement falls when things end a mess.
The stree and strain of this new way....Takes a till day by day. The ageing sould's vision fades in tis eyes, and the beauty that once was slowly dies.
The sould then enters the winter of life....When all that is left is cold darkness and strife. And, all seems a loss, but a greater plan shows. That out of the winter, a sprintime grows.
So enter the spring, and return with me now....To not having to ask "when?' of "how?"
To no judgement of self and no judgement of others....But simply the knowledge that we are all brothers.
And life can return to days alike before....And we'll no longer have to keep the score. "Right and wrong" can fall away....Replace with "love and live every day."
Free of rules the world was filled.....With mysterious beauty as wonder spilled, over the hearts and minds of those who took it in like the scent of a rose.
But then one day came a thought....."Should I have more than I've got?" The sould, made older, is suddenly aware of what is lacking everywhere.
"How shall we live?" This soul asks....And sets out to work the mentaltask. With knowledge of good and knowledge of bad....They try to make more of life than they've had.
They take whtis and try to improve.....That which is still, they try to move. Pride is found with every success, but, judgement falls when things end a mess.
The stree and strain of this new way....Takes a till day by day. The ageing sould's vision fades in tis eyes, and the beauty that once was slowly dies.
The sould then enters the winter of life....When all that is left is cold darkness and strife. And, all seems a loss, but a greater plan shows. That out of the winter, a sprintime grows.
So enter the spring, and return with me now....To not having to ask "when?' of "how?"
To no judgement of self and no judgement of others....But simply the knowledge that we are all brothers.
And life can return to days alike before....And we'll no longer have to keep the score. "Right and wrong" can fall away....Replace with "love and live every day."