I could be light years away from my comfort zone
Or standing feet deep in a puddle full of pleasure
I could be miles away from reaching Maybe…
But I know to take it measure by measure

 

I could be 17 hands high.  Galloping along.
Flying through each furlong of land
The beat of my heart matching quavers of a song
With unbridled horsepower at my command

 

Or deafened by the decibels coming through the fog
After swimming through a season of displeasure
Burdened and bludgeoned by bytes of bad news
- I'll still take it measure by measure

 

I could be sinking low to the bottom of the league
No longer racing at 80 knots
Flustered, floundering and fathoms deep
Generating ergs.  Not gigawatts

 

But with shot of whimsy and a teaspoon of hope
A dollop of enjoyment and leisure
Scores of experience, acres of laughter
I know I'll make it, measure by measure

 

I need pounds of variety.  Kilos of spice
Tonnes of walks in fresh air
Gills and hogsheads of exercise
Perspective and space to share

 

A pint of folly.  A quart of sense
14 Carats of freedom to treasure
A firkin of firmness.  A bushel of wit
I'm taking it measure by measure

 

A cup of solace.  A dash of support
A sprinkling, plus a splash of ease
With lashings of friendship and cubits of help
I'll get there by degrees

 

For if life is freedom, mixed with pain
Heartache, joy and pleasure
Then I'll savour the subtle. Embrace the bold
- I'll drink it measure by measure