Swaying To the Sound

Have you ever felt from a song A song that reminded you how you can live The rush of the wind, the desire to climb A quickly-building monument to the beauty of creation How quickly a mood changes with a play The sorrow of loss, a lament to the sky for what was not lost to you what you may never be lucky enough to lose A mournful numbness, a malady of words, a sea to be swallowed by An arrogant strut behind what they have done and claim to do A hyperactive child in a candy store An invitation to someone else's moment, a happy party A strut in saying something how it is, sauntering up to your boss's reddened face A spontaneous guffaw from a line so out of place A dance in a language you cannot understand Siphoned emotions from founts Some people urging you to drink from Some urging you to bathe and not drink, to not feel Some that were left and coyly watched Some that were abandoned Some that were trapped in amber How could where we live, where we choose to drink, not say a lot about us? Such a pure crystallization of what is so slippery to say