The Arc Song

The labor of light. The bending of our solitude. Our casts watering the future’s bright path. Eyes drifting through the sand. Mouths begging for more. When we stop thinking of it as a game We no longer worry over winning or losing. When life hands us lemons We throw them into our neighbor’s yard. When our laptop overheats We’ve lost the creative thread long ago. The thread, this life, is a passing moment. Step like a child. Make wonder of our time. And bang, Bang, Bang your drum.