From The Inner Space

It’s called dwindling, reducing, shrinking,
It’s called many things but always feels the same
Expanding, growing, thriving
Words you just don’t hear of often nowadays
Words so distant when you’re glued to one place
Words you live on should you run wild, wild like a horse
And never ever think of stopping because
You’re a child of time and time never stops
Even if the rain has battered the road
And the engine won’t turn on
Just get up from behind the wheel
And walk the way to Cairo
Soak up the life without the alarm clock
And try a different bed each night
Keep the pillow for the sake of familiarity
Keep running, keep going
See the whole world before it changes again
And you have to start all over, it will take time
But what is time to people like you and I?
They have places to go and a list of things to do
We just have the clothes on our backs and shoes
An endless list of topics to discuss on the way
We answer to no clock, to no schedule
It’s just our own time captured in the sunsets
Memories pasted on the pale moon
Nothing comes and goes too soon
We’re people of the moment, people who see
Beauty that lies in simply being free