Sometimes you smell trouble coming
Hinted on the breeze
The final fragile feather
That can bring you to your knees
Sometimes you can sense it coming
When the pressure builds, your ears start drumming
Sometimes you can tell the future
Read it in the signs
The simple subtle signals
That are there between the lines
Sometimes you can feel it growing
Where the wheel will stop, there’s just no knowing
Things can get crazy, the lines become hazy
And there is no sure way to go
Going through changes, your world rearranges
When it sweeps you up in the flow
Just let go …
Sometimes you sense change occurring
A shift in the air
The muffled moving Music
That transports from here to there
Sometimes you can hear the whirring
When the wheels and engines start purring
Sometimes you may feel the power
Taste it in your bones
The crackling coursing current
That bleeds through the danger zones
Sometimes it grows like a flower
When the muse will sing, who knows the hour?
Things can get crazy, the lines become hazy
And there is no sure way to go
Going through changes, your world rearranges
When it sweeps you up in the flow
Just let go …
19 SEP 2003
