There is a power within all of us that drives us onwards. For some it sits silently undisturbed whilst in others it is the very essence of our being. It is given many names but remains illusive to its true calling. With the arrival of the celebration of Christmas it once again tries to raise it’s head abover the parapets of avarice but inevitably gets thrown aside with the crumpled gift papers and unravelled ribbons.

Here a shuffling rhythm takes us along with Zenboys fine words. I have only used 50% of his original so take a listen to the whole piece. It’s worth your time.