Spirit

She looked at me and did the bosa nova I smiled at her and then just walked away Then the lights came on and it was over To my surprise, she wasn't a girl at all So I packed it up and took to a rock show Where you can feel the pulse getting stronger And you can only hear the beat for so long I asked if there was any way to stop it No, he said, just smile and act as if You worship the very ground on which they walk on No way A temporary absence of gesture A hidden meaning known to everyone A slight misconception of leizure Don't see how that could hurt anyone I know but Spirit, excellence, further down the road, These are the tools you'll need further down the road So lets pack it up and take it somewhere special From a quintessential, existential nightmare To a sanctuary waiting in the sun