I make a cat’s cradle with unspoken words,
And grin shamelessly at how well I’ve done.
Even though the only thing I’m actually good at,
Is pushing down my emotions so that no one notices.
But the beautiful, weaving loop that I create,
Has a subtle power that pulls them back to me.
I’ll make a knot… tying up this feeling,
Tighter and tighter, so it can’t get away.
With each knot, I’ll tie everyone together,
Forging onward to a future of unending expectation.
Onward to tomorrow.
There really isn’t anything in particular I was after;
I merely sought what was available to me.
By the time I’d noticed, the road forward had been blocked,
And the landmarks I thought I’d cultivated were nowhere to be found.
But even if I can’t tell the difference between north and south,
If you’re waiting for me in the sky,
I’ll raise my hands up toward that undying light;
Intently, so that I won’t lose my way.
Even the moon, hanging its head above, is illuminated
As the answer and direction are revealed.
Shall we leave on a journey from here,
Setting out on an unstable boat?
Even if countless storms tear at our threads,
And the rain seeps into our bodies?
Through it all, I’ll make a knot again and again… tying up this feeling,
So that it will never, ever come undone.
With each knot, I’ll tie everyone together,
Forging onward to a future of unending expectation.
Onward to tomorrow,
With our dreams on board.