Mountains and complaints
Oceans and hopes
The past is gone
Because that's how it goes
Today I believed,
and wasn't let down
The light in the tunnel
is more than a sound
I can run
I can hide
I can do more
than simply survive
Moving from High to Low
means moving water on stone
Smoothing out the corners
making moods less jagged
A prince become a pauper
asking less but still demanding
I love this life
The possibilities!
The strands of gold fibers
Each chance fills a need
The words stack up
The days grow long
A sweet Summer's Day
grows to a Winter's Song
Maybe a playful lament
full of hopeful sorrow
This dance tonight
with no worries of Tomorrow.
