The simple pleasures are free…
Walking through the meadows,
Along the streams and through the woods.
Hearing the gentle breeze stir the leaves,
While the birds twitter, chatter and strut.
Standing still to drink it all in…
Thinking of the sacred spirits past…

The world doesn’t have time for free.
The world doesn’t have time for standing still.
The world doesn’t have time to drink it all in.
The world doesn’t have time for the sacred…

Move, grow, grab expand…
Constant pressure, no time to stop,
No time to think, no time to recover.
Distraction and diversion to stop us being who we are,
Pushing us forward so we can never look back…

They rob our souls and drain our spirit,
They quantify who we are,
They track us to control us,
Until we don’t know who the f**k we are:(