On the bus to Calgary

Sitting down. The peace. The quiet.
Resting, my body, mind, spirit.
Able to think, or not if I chose.
Able to slow down, ease up and cruise.

The busy, the madness.
The rush, rush, rush.
The pushing, the yelling.
Too much, much much.

Why are we busy?
Why are we stressed?
Why don't we allow
ourselves to rest?

Do you suppose it so we dont think our thoughts?
Dream our dreams? Talk our talks?
Sometimes I think its so we can lie to ourselves.
We dont have the time.
We dont have the money.
We dont have the skills.

But we can and we do and we would if we'd try.
We need to create, instead of living this lie.
This lie that tells us that we cant have it all.
That our dreams wont come true.
That our lives have no purpose at all.

Maybe just maybe, if we'd slow down a bit.
We would realize our passions, light and wit.
We'd see that love is a powerful choice.
We'd realize that each of us has a powerful voice.
We'd see that we're so much more that we think.
And once you see that,
life changes in a wink.