Ups and Downs

Little lost sheep takes a turtle through town
Looking for something that cannot be found
Crawling, ignoring the stoplights and shouts,
the whispers, the echoing quakes of self doubt

Treks her own tracks
On a shell, she carries mountains on her back
Past a bus stop, to a stream
Carnival blueeyed orchid queen
Soon we’ll find out what that means
Dancing, dancing, dancing, dreams

“Well, this part of town
Well, is this ever going down?
Well, it’s been ten years without a sound
I suppose it’s time I just… get going”

Little lost sheep meets a captain in town
Seeking out something with warmth in its sound,
movement, existing in ups and in downs,
and some sort of anchor, if he leaves the ground

Packed his own pack
On his hands, he stands as wind blows on his back
Near a bus stop, and that thing
Eye-level, greeneyed standard king
Soon we’ll find out what that means
Dancing, dancing, dancing, free

“Oh. This part of town?
Oh. Is this ever going down.
Oh. It’s been ten years without a sound?
I suppose it’s time we just get… going”

Little lost sheep met a captain in town
Sailed the smoothest seas so it wouldn’t drown

Drifting.
Existing.
The ups and the downs.