So many songs
so little energy to move them to the front
In the dark I imagine the beauty of those songs
song aloud and with feeling
Yet all alone I hold my head with shame

Little moves at first
then bold stokes and vibrant whistling sounds
like a tea kettle
boiling over

Stirring visions of courage well up
and are drowned with halting bitter tears

A true fear
the kind that goes unspoken
yet as present and debiliting as a
sledge hammer to the knees

Not again the familiar taste of
lost opportunity and a move never
made

All along the wall the doubts of countless
relations and near-friends can be depended
upon to drag your feet slowly away from your spirit

Dance quickly away from those that would squash your dreams
Dance quickly away from the weaker energies that would have you
share their fate

Look to the moon
when no one is present
Reach above your head as the ceiling
seems within your grasp

Know that you too have come this way and your destiny is
a matter of wills
The will to be and do
versus the will to know no alternative but dramatic success