In your own waters
In your zone, stopping not for nobody
Smoke coming out the holes marking out the long walkway
Your soul's calling for the slow calmness gotta go all in
You both are in what the poet thought was the prologue

But you're the sole author of your own novel
You're in a rose garden
By a road block with the polar opposite of no options
No longer in a coma

No toxin makes you sober
Hold off on getting older
Focus all of it on motion
Go off is what they told you
Exploding spark, making no harm

Don't stop at the road crossing, just go farther than your soles can
It's a gold market, not a low cost ghost mall
It's a role model, not a cold hearted oligarch
It's a slow waltz, not a robotic lonely march
It's an open park, not code-locked holy law
Go, wander off, don't call it off, don't stop it