Muffled Thrums

In the great expanse we find ourselves transfixed upon a one and only,
one and only chance
That we may live within a space, at our own place exist between a song and,
a song and a dance
But as we suffer slings and arrows that it brings, these broken lives will
never cease to sing
And our discordant rants and heedless chants go rattling on oh, rattling
through the night
There’s a life for the take, though not for the faint
The roots of which go far down through the soil
And by breaking the soft earth and digging down in the dirt
Our rolling dream is sure to never spoil
Crossing lines drawn in sand, borders fain and bland like the phases of a
crying newborn’s song
Starcrossed and bleary, rough and tumble weary, onward by the lamplight through
the fog
Come one, come all, we’ll watch the fences fall to the rhythm of our dancing
heart’s desires
The muffled thrums of kingdom come then swirl into a chorus, the sun will rise,
behold the dawn before us
There is a life for the take, but not for the faint
The roots of which go far down through the soil
And by breaking the soft earth, and digging down in the dirt
Our rolling dreams are sure to never spoil
Our rolling dreams are sure to never spoil
Our rolling dreams are sure to never spoil