I act from grace
In this interesting place
When I bravely face
What I need to embrace
I pick up the pace
When I run this race
I do not retrace
The steps that I take
There are no mistakes
Nothing is waste
We move through the dates
They all get replaced
New thoughts to create
New things to go make
All infinite shapes
Like the spinning of plates
In ways I relate
To flowers in vase
Delicately displaced
From a garden with gates
No beauty to chase
No plans to go break
Take breathing space
Heal your heartache
And in each case
The path we take
Can’t make or break
The test that we ace
Like the soft feel of lace
And rhythm and bass
It is all interlaced
When you find what’s misplaced
In your flow state
It comes down to fate
The higher the stakes
The sweeter the taste
