Anthem for the lost

Who wants to sit in a rocking chair
When there’s a see-saw in the garden,
And you can go up to days of love
And down to lusty long nights
One thing at a time.

Who wants to be a raging bull
When you can hit that elusive bulls-eye
With your charming archers arrow.
Who wants to walk the oft-driven path,
When you are that doped Alice
Discovering your own burrow.

Who wants to follow the misleading compass
When your heart can show you the way.
Who wants to weigh the pros and cons
When all you want to do is play.

Who wants to bury her gift of art
When life is one big Broadway stage.
Who wants to go to the end from start
When there’s mystery in opening a random page.

Who wants to build an earthly nest
When you are fixed to the wings of fire.
Who wants to stick to measured flights
When the winds can take you higher.

And who cares for those who think you’re strange
When stranger things have happened to you!

So trip through the marathon
From monsoons to summers to frost
And stroll past the last lap,
Singing the anthem for the lost.