Journey

When we met in November,

We shared tactics for the road ahead.
Spring’s hints and clues sharpened

Those ploys. Now, as summer steams,

Distant drums carve an eerie beat:

All is well with the pending heat.

Some claim it’s the journey,

Not the survival.

They say it’s the process,

Not the arrival.

The floorboard to the fly?

No doubt about it.

We can’t get too high.

Might as well shout it.

Phantom players lure kings and queens

with scandal tales short on mirth.

Who is, or not, and who should be

Relies on whim, not rite of birth.
Was that a shadow or an apparition?

Murder, like lust, is an aching decision.

So, join us for the journey,

Not the destination.

We’ll share the process

Without reservation.

The floorboard greets the sky

As we knock one out.
On that you can rely

On that without a doubt.

Please, join us for the journey,

Not the destination.

We’ll share the process

Without reservation.
The floorboard to the fly,

Might as well shout it.

On that you can rely.
No doubt about it.