starshine and polka dots spiral thru the air- nothings fair in the state of dare you to compare- rock n' roll and strippers pole make for a pretty party that just cant go all the way- at least not today while the sky twinkles and the rain clouds tinkle like the glass beads around your neck. seductive and smooth, like drops of sun against your skin- deep within the spinning web of wonderment- look it up and slide on down to find the train is right on time. this line leads to the future and that over there goes to where you've already been- its been done before- familiar as the floor in your room. peeking thru the gloom i see a dragon dancing for me. his kung fu is sloppy but nobody cares- the intensity of his stare dares you to find the groove- moving forward, finally present, the train begins to move- with it the rocking of the rails forces my feet to jump and jive and and make this cycle complete. like the ceremonies we go thru at major life moments- the momentous cycles we try to minimize and distract ourselves from even believing is happening.