Migration

<br>Distant hands in foreign lands<br><br>Are turning hidden wheels<br><br>Causing things to come about<br><br>Which no one seems to feel<br><br>All invisible from where we stand<br><br>The connections come to pass<br><br>And though too strange to comprehend<br><br>They affect us nonetheless, yes<br><br><br><br>Once again a time of change<br><br>O the change makes music<br><br>And the children will dance<br><br><br><br>See the pieces of the picture rearrange themselves<br><br>It feels just like a symphony to me,<br><br>With nothing left to chance<br><br><br><br>Just look over your shoulder<br><br>Its out of you hands<br><br>Its over for now<br><br>Leave behind what you can<br><br>You can always return<br><br><br><br>The rhythm remains unbroken<br><br>Unspoken but loud and clear<br><br>Its a slow vibration. migration<br><br><br><br>Mystery muse, how I hunger for an answer<br><br>Unsung song, how I long to play the changes<br><br>Hidden rhythm, havent I always been your dancer<br><br>Sacred secrets of the meaning to my dreaming. migration