All This Love

Ways of the world, every sense being catered to
The ego being stroked in every way imaginable
Arms grabbing for a piece of time, me, so busy
Overwhelming, reaching back to touch them all
But yet, there is not enough time to lock in
The spirit is willing, but the body is weary
And some fall through cracks in the pavement
No fault of anybody's, but they become lost
Without time to mourn, moving on is a must
Another fish to catch, another soul to please
Continuing to bring the realness to the light
But with all this love, free love going around
The hardest thing about it is letting you go

-B