Run like the wind, move like a banshee, power and propulsion
For naught is those who stand still and do not venture
Beyond the backyard, the coyotes call out in howls of explosion
They guard the realm where Icarus at sunrise centered.
After the night comes the day, it is said that nothing stays the same
If you stay as you are, they you lose out to those
who dare to go forward, find a way, mark their names
While you idle and cool, they are chosen to move.
One foot in front of another, one toe dipped in the water,
One heart bleeding for another, one mind making way undercover,
Multiplying into two, four eight, a higher new number,
Where you once were before, you are now a collector.
You must go it alone, no one tells you the way,
No one sits on your throne and leaves no room to obey
It is only by choice that we must make it pay, for without
the resolve, there is only slow pain.
But where's the reserve, the energy burning and yearning
for a rudder to guide us, in place we are turning
We are moving along on a river of calm, but inside
there is turbulence, a cascade before dawn.