Silly Little Street
Overwhelming.
Isn’t it?
I was told that’s exactly how I would feel in this place with
so much stimulation
so many people
so many ways to go.
And I’m caught up in the middle of a Silly Little Street.
I’ve been told this place is a maze
how lost the ones before me have gotten
how quickly the people move from place to place
believing there’s very little time for them.
So I studied the maps, prepared for every turn, I believed my path was clear.
But nobody told me how serene this street can be and how the music is so
captivating.
Isn’t it?
Or am I the only one who’s stopped to notice
how in sync the sun sets over the buildings
before glimmering lights fill the trees
how many wishes are made with the splash of a coin
before people run along to what they think could be better.
I hear a Glenn Miller jazz melody begin and it’s pulls me closer to the center,
I stand on the sides and watch the trumpet player begin to swing
the drummer joins with a beat that’s so perfectly syncopated.
He tips his hat to welcome me to his street and invites me to dance
and I dance
joining in on the beat of their smiles.
They just want to create happiness.
And the whole street stares, but never stopping.
They have other places to be, and their time is running out.
My time is unlimited.
I hear whispers surrounding me
of how I’ll grow tired, I’ll move on.
Yet, I’m still here dancing in the middle of the street surrounded by people
just wanting to go to the next destination
without help
without taking a moment to even breathe.
How they can look around and not see
this is the place where dreams begin
I’ll never understand how they can’t see magic.
All they’ve got to do is dance under the glimmering lights.
Maybe then they’ll see their time is unlimited here on this Silly Little Street.