Day 27 of NaPoWriMo finds me in a philosophical mood. Without further ado…

Enjoy!

The Secret To Joy

A weary soul, a tired soul
A soul in need of rest.
A quiet time, a peaceful time
At home time is the best.

So much to see, so much to do
So much that’s left undone.
We rush from dawn, we rush to dusk
We rush ’til life’s no fun.

A life that’s full, a life that’s packed
With novelty each day.
We take it in, we spit it out
We throw it all away.

We take a look, we look away
We look for something new.
A view that’s new, a view unique.
We’d find it if we flew.

We fly so high, we see so far
Then we are brought so low.
The truth is here, the truth is now
That’s what we ought to know.

We can’t force life so don’t chase life
That is a golden rule.
We must live now, be in the now
All else is dust you fool.

Cheers, Winston