Living is the only way
to squeeze some mud
between your toes,

to fall down from
an apple tree,

to wonder what
the turtle knows,

to sing along
in harmony.

It’s the only way

to leave your phone
on the morning train,

to greet your demons
with a grin,

to be washed clean
by freezing rain,

to taste the salt of
someone’s skin.

Living is the only way

to hear the tune in
the color blue,

to see the soul in
a stranger’s eye,

to have a child
believe in you,

to feel the flow
as time goes by,

to see some live
while others die,

and find some solace
in the sky.