If I were young again, I’d pay attention

To that little - known dimension.

A taste of seemingly endless time,

A life and space that would always rhyme

In those days we were single – we lived them one by one.

Now we hardly see ‘em – they don’t walk - they run.

As we all got older – we all did more and more,

And some such beautiful things, then became a chore.

It’s just so hard to leave these ‘cages’ of our thinking,

From which by its stages we’re just sinkin’.

We move from seeming joy, to a more uncertain time,

We move from being human – down to a slow decline.

The more we remember – the quicker we forget,

Then we find ourselves – emotionally in debt.

That’s without the money and the often inevitable marriage,

And all the other, new grown up adult baggage.

These races that we’ve run, were not for glory,

There is no moral to this story –

We run for peace of mind.

But the race we’re running now is never-ending –

space and time are bending,

And there’s no finish line.

So how do we run our own race - that rich and deeper ‘inscape’.

To unlearn that IQ process – and thus to internally reshape.

What is important in our lives,

That separates and then divides.

Our heart from head and soul from sense,

As modern life and ‘stuff’ becomes intense.

It’s then we have to go back and reveal,

That magic about times that were real.

To become childlike once again,

Before we all - turn insane.

We have to go get back in touch,

And let money go from being a crutch.

If I were young again, I’d pay attention –

To that little - known dimension.

A taste of seemingly endless time,

A life and space that would always rhyme.

So, what can you do today

- that helps find time again?

- that can help refrain your situation?

- that helps find your joy?

Les

A Moodscope member.