Delighting in love
Delighting in trust
Am I just crazy
Living in wanderlust
Flirting w/ doing
What some would call careless
Never thinking “what if”
Giving worry a rest
Is it nieve to believe in an ideal
That somehow my fantasy life
Could become real
What have we created
This world seems so jaded
The memory of who we are
Has so faded
We wouldn’t call it “work”
If we weren’t supposed to hate it
Daring to see our true self
That idea is so dated
It’s rare to find souls living happy and free
It takes work to get back to
Who we were always meant to be
