How do you want to retire?
Why retire from a flame that lights my way?
Each task renews me, day by day.
Work is not burning, it breathes me alive,
In passion’s rhythm, I thrive and thrive.
How do you want to retire?
Why retire from a flame that lights my way?
Each task renews me, day by day.
Work is not burning, it breathes me alive,
In passion’s rhythm, I thrive and thrive.
What’s the oldest thing you own that you still use daily?
The oldest thing I own, still true,
Is my breath, ancient, yet always new.
Each rise and fall, a silent song,
Carrying life as I move along.