When will we learn, to travel through time,
Without a moment's regret, and,
Without being tied down by the weight of our worries and anxieties.
When will we learn, to ride free,
Utterly engrossed in the process of creation,
Fully aware that with every passing moment, comes an opportunity,
To reach out to our Higher Selves.
When will we learn, to love life in its entirety,
And stretch our imagination under nature's bosom,
Unfazed by the myriad duties that await us at dawn.
When will we learn, to smile,
And captivate the hearts of those around us, and,
See the lighter side of life,
Momentarily helping one forget their arduous journey.
When will we learn, to reflect,
And draw invaluable wisdom from past experiences,
Only to find ourselves soar to great spiritual heights,
Leaving behind a good heart and a wise soul.