There is a curious spirit in the air
Playing with our souls i don’t know where
An energy that wishes to cast aside
All the worries and pressures bundled up inside.
I wish to forget everything and play
But the world pushes me on each day
I wish i could just relax
Just lie on my back take off my socks.
These are practicalities of living so they say
But the mighty Spirit says come what may
We all have our chance in living
The moment may pass while we are blinded from seeing.
That the quality of life is in the living
That while hurrying we lose the meaning.


