The Root Of All

I think it is time to take a step back;

It’s time to see what it is that I lack.

To be myself, to smile and grin;

After all this time I finally want to feel free from within.

Time passes by so fast these days;

We find ourselves with no time for play.

From this day forward I make this pact;

I will no longer be chasing that absolute fact.

I need some room to move and bend;

I need this room for my heart to mend.

What are we all working for in the end?

Money will come and money will go;

Some save it and some see it to blow.

At the end of my time, at the end of my days;

I want to remember what fun it was to play.