you don't know where you're going
but I do
it may come from years
of surrounding myself with sparklers
shiny ones
this little light of mine
all the people who glow
or it may be that my grandmother is a soothsayer
and some of her magic mixed in my blood
and I can howl at the moon and tell you all the true sentences
that line up and make sense
if you'd listen to them
I'd say them slowly at first
then in French because you'd pay attention
life is harder than we expected
things take time
we are all a little broken
raise your hand if you need help
yell Bingo
put your arms out
even if you feel like walking
you should probably run
the future is waiting for you
there is nothing but sun