Robby Berman - Sitting Still

Sitting still, I take a minute
Feel the air upon my skin, it
Wakes me up and makes me feel
So glad to be alive and in it

O what a knucklehead am I
Acting as if I'll never die
Fret, fuss, and bother in every gear
Ticked at the tock I can faintly hear
Day after day, and from year to year
Precious time
Disappears

Tools at hand
And toys surround me
World designed by man
Tippy-toed and screaming
As I try to understand

Sitting still, I take a minute
Feel the air upon my skin, it
Wakes me up and makes me feel
So glad to be alive and in it

Sitting still, I take a minute
Feel the air upon my skin, it
Wakes me up and makes me feel
So glad to be alive and in it

A moment or so
And my molecules glow
As my nerve endings tingle and hum
The birds chat and sing
While the pond does its thing
The breeze cools me down
As I'm warmed by the sun

Here's what I think I maybe know
Watching the morning come and go
Daily surprises will frequently
Bring with them new opportunities
Sinking or swimming has got to be
Finally
Up to me

Back again
To face the music
Take it tenderly
May the calm hang on a while
Until once more I'll be...

Sitting still, I take a minute
Feel the air upon my skin, it
Wakes me up and makes me feel
So glad to be alive and in it

Sitting still, I take a minute
Feel the air upon my skin, it
Wakes me up and makes me feel
So glad to be alive and in it

Written by:
Robby Berman

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