Godspeed
i
Godspeed to your frightened little self
It all felt like a game when you were thrown
Off the wooden bridge in the middle of the forest
Borne by the river and raised by its torrents
But a stick caught in a river’s race
Is at the mercy of the river’s pace
And at the mercy of the course it takes
ii
Godspeed to your frightened little self
You worry like a child at the fair
And whirl in this eddy like a sickening ferris wheel
Circled starry orbits but none of them were real
You saw perfection staying in one place
Took stagnation as a form of grace
At the mercy of the river’s pace
Godspeed to your mighty little self
I’d rather be a stick than be a stone
I’d rather be a-drifting than call the bottom home
iii
Godspeed to your mighty little self
No deluge, dock, or dam will block the way
The estuary calls with several theories and fates
She suggests that you stay calm and let gravity navigate
The world is a carnival, the heavens are a carousel
Dreams are always circular but the days are always parallel
And if they stone you and kick you in the face
You stick up for the river and its pace:
The current rocks you forward into place
Godspeed to your mighty little self
I’d rather be a stick than be a stone
I’d rather be a-drifting than call the bottom home