Ribbons

Ever wonder where the wind is if ribbons didn’t move?
Ever wonder how a song feels if it never found its groove?
Ever heard a lie and knew it wasn’t the truth?
Ever met a smart guy yet knew he was a fool?

You can hear a snake hiss and learn its intent by how it moves.
You can subdivide the beat when you understand the groove.
You can feel safe once you learn the truth.
You can ignore the wind and remain a fool.

Enter a room steady, understand your presence by who moves.
Enter a conversation and learn your connection by how you groove.
Enter a stare down – if he looks away, you know your truth.
Enter in blind and remain a fool.

Listen to love softly, watch what shifts by how she moves.
Listen to her silence and feel the distance in the groove.
Listen to the pause where your gut already knows the truth.
Listen to staying anyway—and remain a fool.

Moves groove the truth, fool.