Is there another way into the universe 

Than that a couple of parents 

Got together and had sex?

Who was the first to ride a bicycle 

To know he could never forget?

I’ve walked a beautiful tightrope to you

In my bright jester’s hat

And my “I-don’t-give-a-damn-tutu.”

Why don’t we dance while the music plays? 

The balance of time is shifting 

Like Libra’s weighted scales,

And if it ever comes to a stop,

We’ll see our oatmeal’s still moving.

And then we can say we don’t like it

If we want to,

But tell me when 

It will be okay to say we do, 

And can we just keep on doing it up til then?

Please.

Please, tell me when.

-jenn