Being
Lyrics:
Under the tent by the fireplace
The flame dancing without aim
Fragments of light coloring my face
They come and go like it’s a game
I am breathing
I am feeling
I am thinking
I am being
The bell chimes the passage of time
The cool breeze invites me to stay
My mind waves and I think of a rhyme
A word or two to capture this display
I am breathing
I am feeling
I am thinking
I am being
I am breathing
I am feeling
I am thinking
I am being
I am not the surfer
I am not the wave
I am not the traveler
I am not the road
I am not the thinker
I am not the thought
I am breathing
I am feeling
I am thinking
I am being
I am breathing
I am feeling
I am thinking
I am being