The moment of life when a song is happening to you.
Somebody pulls the rug from under your feet. You don't fall. You float.
In spite of the smoke that hovers around, you see the hemlines of the fabric of your life.
You make mistakes. With only better consequences.
A stranger walks in. Does a little jig with you. Stays. Till closing time.
You sit back. You are comfortable. Cozy. You are in lap of destiny.
You are walking in circles. You follow people. They follow you.
You get high in the purest way. You get a disease. You get amnesia.
Lightning strikes. Twice. Not kidding.
You are standing. You are moving. You are falling. You are rising. Happy contradictions.
A bird flies. Sun rises. Wind blows. You become a third person in your own life.
You read a story. A story happens to you.
You write a line. It becomes poetry.
You hum a tune. It becomes a song.
Somebody pulls the rug from under your feet. You don't fall. You float.
In spite of the smoke that hovers around, you see the hemlines of the fabric of your life.
You make mistakes. With only better consequences.
A stranger walks in. Does a little jig with you. Stays. Till closing time.
You sit back. You are comfortable. Cozy. You are in lap of destiny.
You are walking in circles. You follow people. They follow you.
You get high in the purest way. You get a disease. You get amnesia.
Lightning strikes. Twice. Not kidding.
You are standing. You are moving. You are falling. You are rising. Happy contradictions.
A bird flies. Sun rises. Wind blows. You become a third person in your own life.
You read a story. A story happens to you.
You write a line. It becomes poetry.
You hum a tune. It becomes a song.
