Wandering restlessly over the
depths of a mind
which wanders restlessly,
I find there is more to this life
than living.

There is more to this life than living.There is more to this life
than just living.

And when getting on with the
act of life
I’d forgotten the value of living.
I’d forgotten how to live.

Yet something keeps urging me on towards this life.

For a moment, I’d forgotten
how to live.
I’d forgotten how to live now.

I remembered how to summon a past
I can cherish the balance of history.
I know how to dream for the future.
I see what the future could bring.
But I’d forgotten how to live in the present.
I’d forgotten that I was alive.