a willing liberation

you think the music stops when you must go
each of us has a tiny part to play
but cannot step beyond the scenes we know

your wisdom reaches only down below
and works under the light of common day
you think the music stops when you must go

no one will falter under every blow
and there are minds that map the complex way
but cannot step beyond the scenes we know

learning's the mode for each of us to grow
and every hand is taught to mould the clay
you think the music stops when you must go

the grass revives beneath the weight of snow
while bulky cattle learn to feed on hay
but cannot step beyond the scenes we know

it does not matter whether fast or slow
the ending comes in a clear fade to grey
you think the music stops when you must go
but cannot step beyond the scenes we know