Freefall A piano missing a few keys maybe A little worse for the wear of the weather Those inevitable effects of being I see and smile to remember not seeing Out looking for trouble and finding it in Unlikely places beginning to begin But you must have been a beautiful baby Because baby look at you now and yet how Much do we love us or not how but whether At all or not at all through such a hard fall When winter awaits no matter what we do? I have trouble denying discouragement But I have tried to make it better somehow I used to be able to lift up those who Had fallen and maybe gotten broken too But I went for broke without breaking my fall And ended up with my heart broken instead The person I was died inside of my head Cost what was paid for before I lost the rest And left me like this at all or not at all It is more than I can do to lift up my Weary self now as like an autumn leaf I Am blown by the wind carried up then drawn down A big deal to me but really pretty small Just another person in another town Like you see from the train as it passes by The people and the town and the suffering When this is not hello when this is goodbye I will have to go all the way down someday And when I am down now I stay there until The turn of the wheel comes along as it will As it does to bring me back to how it was Returning the wind to keep turning the mill Not forcing the spring since I can force nothing Only myself to be stubborn and to stay Life is difficult heaven knows (or does it?) It was what I thought that it was (or was it?) But I cannot see how it was because it Is not the way it was then rather the way It is now which is the way it is today And maybe today we are not at our best We would try tomorrow but it never comes It just glitters there at the end of the road As a future mirage the past overcomes But the hope of it helps us to bear the load Of a promise so big it can never come True all at once so it blooms into pieces A faraway fragrance blown over the sea A memory like temptation increases Its insidious insistent urgency Of purpose but just what that purpose might be Is not for the many to know but the some And they are not telling me so I will wait For what never comes but would become my fate If it ever came from today where it hid Within the fabric of spacetime yesterday Not coming and yet never going away If the some knew that we were not at our best I wonder if they would enlighten the rest Of us who just wonder in general how To find our way out of this amazing maze Where we find ourselves living our nights and days As if this were going to be permanent This matrix and multiverse all about now Which speaking of tomorrow is where it went Mystic magisterial ancient of days August in July a stranger everywhere Schizophrenic and whip smart and razor thin His belly of iron wherein burns a flame Psychotic and dangerous quite possibly But he dances into the arms of always Coming becoming beginning to begin The process of us remembering his name And if you remember I wonder if we A piano missing a few keys maybe With you who were once a beautiful baby I wonder if it is not too late to try Though not at our best today making a go Of life now we know to know is not to know Since we never have to explain us at all? As if we would or if we could explain we Who have embraced both the joys and sorrows of Windblown leaves in autumn floating in freefall Turning returning though falling even so Further and further than we ever dreamed of And everything makes sense now little and late Past the suffering the people and the town Tomorrow is coming becoming our fate The fall of death becoming the call of love Freefalling further and then all the way down When this is not goodbye when this is hello Though not at our best today making a go Of floating in freefall like falling in love +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMX