Beyond the boundaries of what is known, in the face of time we are all so small:

 If there is such a thing as past lives,

then I know I've shared a thousand with you...

So easily we fall in and out of tune.


Perhaps we've always gotten stuck on the chorus,

some catastrophe always comes right before the bridge, rushing like a torrent,

you go your way and I go mine, each of us always wondering, "Wait, what? Why?!"


So when I hear that song come on, and find we are once again dancing to chorus,

I secretly tend to my heart's wish, "we can make it to the bridge"

"We can make it this time."

and if we don't make it, that's fine too,

at least we get to dance once again,

empowered by song and moon.