This song, this melody
is fluid and unbroken
An anthem written in heartbeats
A ring of fire circling
A mother’s love, a child’s wonder.
Behind a bursting flame, a new path appears
A crack of thunder, a question:
Follow that which promises nothing
Or find a way to mute the driving notes?
Not now. I have to buy groceries, scrub the oven,
Doubt, be ordinary
So little time and the road is so damn long.
Still, there is that music, that invitation
Glowing in the distance
Plump with hypnotic drumbeats and dares,
Riding a sweet note when the moon lies on top of the sun.
Even through this silent opera, a sure, soaring rhythm lifts.
Sometimes you follow the road,
Sometimes it follows you
And the more forgetful you are about keeping score, the better the dance.