One Hell of a Ride
The wind is all wound up and coils waiting outside
Crackling as it sparkles with electricity
Looks like we could be in for one hell of a ride
On a moonlit magic carpet of destiny
With dusk long forgotten and with no dawn in sight
I can feel the fabric of relativity
The stars are flashing cryptic messages tonight
Will they be understood? Well we must wait and see
Until then all we can do is enjoy the sight
Linear captives of nonlinearity
Embattled but emboldened as we grope toward light
Shattered in a thousand shards spread across the sky
Scattered by the wind in a rude liberation
In which the moon and stars and you and I must fly
Stirred by the storm in the fever of creation
Which work is not complete and which can never be
The wind is all wound up and coils waiting outside
I think it might be fun to take it for a spin
Looks like we could be in for one hell of a ride
On the roulette wheel but we have to spin to win
+Steven Curtis Lance
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