Listening to trance music from France Coming upon it by chance somehow Through my laptop to mon chateau Lance Which is this little room at the top Of the bottom after that steep drop Becoming to my surprise my rise Which took me awhile to realize Then losing this way is when I win Listening by chance this trance from France Making my neurons fire poetry Beckons me come to become the dance Feeling like a falling leaf in fall Freeing me seeing me being now The best I can without knowing how In the reality of it all That there is no end but to begin I can see what can become of me Taking it as it comes even though Out of my mind up against the wall Without anything except to be When then somehow becomes now and when With no one but me but free I see Now to be the only how I know Only lonely every now and then I take it as it comes as I go Whatever it is so I go free Going seeing no reason to stop Freeing the being I know as me Having lost everything now to grow Though shrinking outwardly inwardly Within this little room at the top Without anything except within Then losing this way is when I win Now when the only way out is in +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXII