We spend our days, we spend our lives
from rut to rut, from grass to mud,
and hope to one day realize
a peaceful heart in a humble hut.
But there’s a lot to celebrate
in between the poles of life:
Perfect summers, be free to date,
read for pleasure, work without strife.
Capture the moment as it comes,
freeze the frame in your mental dream,
before it slips away to crumbs
lost to the eternal time stream:
A shining moment, truly alive,
In the shining sea of our collective demise.