Touch releasing pressure
Every day’s built up in you;
A thousand little worries, and
A dozen big ones, too
The burden that you carry for
Your family and your friends;
You long for some abatement from
The trial that never ends
And so you go for a massage
To seek tactile relief;
You worry past the door, but
Those concerns are very brief
For once it starts, you can let go —
You may not be sure how;
The past is gone
The future’s sham
You only have
The now
