There will always be a wave
It is safe to move
Along the lines
Just groove

There will always be a first
It is always the right
Thing to listen
Just breathe

There will always be sound
It is the volume meter
That matters most
Just turn

There will always be impulse
It is knowledge over
Action to take
Just wait

There will always be speed
It is the colour of
The pace inside
Just bleed

There will always be fluff
It is important to keep
Focus on less
Just leave

There will always be vibration
It is the energy that sets
The tone and frequency
Just raise

There will always be luck
It is hanging and waiting
To throw you shoes
Just walk

There will always be life
It is here today
To allow tomorrow
Just love

There will always be crashes
It is collision proof
Inside your mind
Just build

There will always be games
It is the right to play
By one’s own rules
Just aim

There will always be resistance
It is ok to surrender
To the forces
Just watch

There will always be messages
It is written in blood
Open your eyes
Just trust

There will always be gifts
It is beauty to receive
With gratitude and grace
Just accept

There will always be stones
It is a shame to throw
Them all at once
Just hold

There will always be stars
It is the only guide to
Ride beside now
Just gaze

There will always be someone
It is not without you and me
That we can create
Just share

There will always be walls
It is the height and the type
That determines breakage
Just lean

There will always be mistakes
It is necessary to make
And to disappoint
Just learn

There will always be hope
It is safe to believe
In miracles, in magic
Just be

The craft sits still, just waiting
It knows you’ll be back
The promises you made while skating
The ice never thaws, it’s an endless track

The comfort of having that spark
And knowing it can never go
Is like eating cherries in the park
Deep red juicy flesh, bursting so

The sun and the grass and the clouds
Set the mind forest full of lush
Ready to bloom avoiding the shrouds
It flows with explosion, not a hush

It calls like the wind calls the sail
It calls like the sky calls the sun
It calls like the rose calls the bee
It calls like the shore calls the tide

Answered and fulfilled it is
The sweet joy of giving in
Watching the words appear in a whizz
Safe landing onto the chin with a grin

Where did you come from?
The stars
How did you get here?
You asked

You belong to it, it belongs to you
As the bird whips by
The feathered breeze follows true
A quick reminder to stay high

It calls like thirst calls the stream
It calls like hunger calls the fruit
It calls like cold calls a fire
It calls like silence calls a sound

It is written and complete
It never will leave
It is here to stay and never compete
It has secrets up its sleeve

The way to wander and to find
To uncover and to produce
To escape inside the mind
To follow always, and to let loose

It waits and knows you’ll come back
And when you return it claps and claps
Forever you will have each other
It calls and will never ask for a cover

Sometimes I sit and wonder,
how the stars and the sun could
reverse it all and make me younger.

Maybe the moon knows more
of how we came to be so different
yet so alike, still searching for the shore.

What if we were allowed two lifetime reversals?
Would you save yours until the end?
Or would you rather not live with an open rehearsal.

Death doesn’t count, and can’t be reversed,
but, with the luxury of two undo’s,
what would you change, what couldn’t you lose?

Sitting here late at night, looking up at the sky,
I can think of many times and many ways,
of using my two, to rewrite and banish certain days.

I would not change

The breeze that became my best friend,
the swing that held my tears,
or the sound of footsteps that were not so near.

I would not change

The grass that hid the magic,
the insects that leaped with glee
or the puddles that always seemed to comfort me.

I would not change

The way I sat and waited,
hoping one day to get to see,
the ocean waves with their arms waving at me.

I would use my two not on me, but for you.
I would trade in my two undo’s,
so you’d have two more to use and make anew.

I don’t have to think this through,
my lighthouse is pretty reliable,
even when distraught and pretty blue.

What sets you free is not what you think.
Freedom is careful usage of the mind,
that exists even when on the brink.

Would you keep your undo’s?
Or would you give them away,
and set sail for the day.