No Traditions

Image by Luxerta via FlickrNo foolin me.

Ah, my friend I can see.
All those dreams you talked about
Went down the drain out the spout.
What do you do when you can’t control
No one, it takes its toll.

You say one thing, I know another
Your spirit talks loud oh my brother.
Listen more
Those dancing shoes you wear will soar.
No tricks for me.
Try as you may I still can see.

What if there are no traditions?
What if there is no grace?
What if all we know is from another time and place?
Would we accept our sacred space?

No tradition, freedom.

Your eyes have grown dark and flat.
The sparkle left as well as your tack.
The rhythm of your walk is strained.
What pinches your soul, what is your pain?
You hold on tight just in case
Someone breaks in to find the place.

Too late, I already know
That secret you keep very well stowed.
Shutting the world entirely away
Will not make others come out and play.
The posted signs are there for you
To make a choice - for you to choose.

What if there are no traditions?
What if there is no grace?
Would you pick yourself up and move from this place?
How can you accept this time and space?
No foolin me.

No tradition, freedom.

Too many times we try to mould
The face of another we wish to hold.
Clinging ever so tight
Just for hope, just for might.
Free yourself from your chains
Throw away all those canes.
You can walk just fine.

Not sure where you are
Wanting to see that superstar.
Given up, so it seems
The end of a bottle, the end of the dream.
What do you do when you can’t control
No one, it takes its toll.

What if there are no traditions?
What if there is no grace?
What if all we know is from another time and place?
Would you turnabout and win the race?
Can you accept our sacred space?

Freedom.