One Note Sounds

What have we here?

None of past ideals,

Are rushing front and center.

Your path winds up, like mine, but

On different roads and waters.

You see what I thought I hid.

You make me laugh at clever lines.

You pull me in while I’m running away.

It feels like years of well worn steps

Have already been taken.

Ideas against, just falter and die.

Who can argue against the smooth,
workings of fate?

Ready to bolt. Ready to stay.
Ready to see what happens.

Oh so quiet, one note sounds.

The music starts, and we are dancing.