We all live to the same heart beat
we all dance step by step
we may have our own tempos and rhythms
and some may leap
while others may roll
some prefer hardwood beneath their feet
and others sand or grass beneath their soles
but the blood is all the same
no matter if the pulse is quick or slow
we all started with a breath
and we’ll all end the same
and it won’t matter to the ground or the fire
if we had not but a penny in our pockets
or crowns upon our heads
death will kiss us all
and spread her mighty wings
and it may be paradise
or it may be something worse
or it may be simple oblivion
lights out
bye bye
and what does it matter
to worry about the then
when all we have is the now
what a waste it would be
not to live this life as if it’s our last
as if it’s our only
because too late will be too late
and what a tragedy it would be
to throw it all away
without living it for love
to love openly and kindly and generously
to love endlessly and foolishly
and completely
and if it isn’t love we’re living for
why would we dance at all
why would our hearts beat
if not to live a life of love