Flow like a river. Rise like a mountain.

Find your wild under nature's true fountain.

The damp morning mist has secrets to tell.

Be free, be brave, be kind and be well.

Turning our backs on the corporate game.

Choosing your path. Embracing your pain.

The visceral notions that bubble within.

Cannot be heard through the boardroom din.

But they tear at our souls, demanding a voice.

We’ve ignored them too long and now there's no choice.

We need to head out. Head out there and roam.

To discover the voices that guide us back home.

Back home in a place under comfortable skin.

A space to rebuild and feel human again.

A humble beginning, but sure from the start.

That this time it's all about personal art.

The things we were put on this earth to create.

Our gifts to the world. Before it's too late.