Two Ways to Live

There’s living a life, with the wind in your face.. Chasing the sun in a faraway place. Hearts beating wild on a mountain’s high peak.. Finding the magic that most never seek. And then there are those in the grip of the grind.. With dreams set aside and the clockwork in mind. Paying off walls they barely call home.. Counting the days ‘til they’re free to roam. They rise with the dawn, repeat and repeat.. Trading their time just to make ends meet. A mortgage, a job, and a neatly cut lawn.. While the colours of youth quietly dawn. Yet some break away, take a breath, take a chance.. They follow the music, they live in the dance. They barter their comfort for stories to tell.. And live with the risk of not doing so well. But who truly wins? Who’s better or right? The one chasing wonder, or working through night? Maybe the truth lies in moments we give.. In finding our own way of learning to live. So whether you wander or walk the set track.. Make sure it’s your dream that’s carried on back. For life isn’t measured by paychecks or fear.. But by who you became on your journey here.