I feel such thunder roaring through me
Cracks of lightning can be heard in the distance
And yes I am alive
A ripple of death floods through me
But I am full of life
The gas tank overflowing
I feel the way I did when I stepped onto the streets of Chicago
The way I did back in clairvoyant training
I feel my heartbeat
To wake up behind the wheel
I am older, am I wiser?
Where are the drum sticks?
Where are the strings?
Were is the microphone?
Where is my voice?
There is a room for such creative exploration
And I will make room
The rings of my creativity sing
And I will dance to such a tune