The Lancean Specificity
The Only Way Out
Listening to trance music from France
Coming upon it by chance somehow
Through my laptop to mon chateau Lance
Which is this little room at the top
Of the bottom after that steep drop
Becoming to my surprise my rise
Which took me awhile to realize
Then losing this way is when I win
Listening by chance this trance from France
Making my neurons fire poetry
Beckons me come to become the dance
Feeling like a falling leaf in fall
Freeing me seeing me being now
The best I can without knowing how
In the reality of it all
That there is no end but to begin
I can see what can become of me
Taking it as it comes even though
Out of my mind up against the wall
Without anything except to be
When then somehow becomes now and when
With no one but me but free I see
Now to be the only how I know
Only lonely every now and then
I take it as it comes as I go
Whatever it is so I go free
Going seeing no reason to stop
Freeing the being I know as me
Having lost everything now to grow
Though shrinking outwardly inwardly
Within this little room at the top
Without anything except within
Then losing this way is when I win
Now when the only way out is in
+Steven Curtis Lance
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