Silly Little Street

Overwhelming.

Isn’t it?

I was told that’s exactly how I would feel in this place with

so much stimulation

so many people

so many ways to go.

And I’m caught up in the middle of a Silly Little Street.

I’ve been told this place is a maze

how lost the ones before me have gotten

how quickly the people move from place to place

believing there’s very little time for them.

So I studied the maps, prepared for every turn, I believed my path was clear.

But nobody told me how serene this street can be and how the music is so

captivating.

Isn’t it?

Or am I the only one who’s stopped to notice

how in sync the sun sets over the buildings

before glimmering lights fill the trees

how many wishes are made with the splash of a coin

before people run along to what they think could be better.

I hear a Glenn Miller jazz melody begin and it’s pulls me closer to the center,

I stand on the sides and watch the trumpet player begin to swing

the drummer joins with a beat that’s so perfectly syncopated.

He tips his hat to welcome me to his street and invites me to dance

and I dance

joining in on the beat of their smiles.

They just want to create happiness.

And the whole street stares, but never stopping.

They have other places to be, and their time is running out.

My time is unlimited.

I hear whispers surrounding me

of how I’ll grow tired, I’ll move on.

Yet, I’m still here dancing in the middle of the street surrounded by people

just wanting to go to the next destination

without help

without taking a moment to even breathe.

How they can look around and not see

this is the place where dreams begin

I’ll never understand how they can’t see magic.

All they’ve got to do is dance under the glimmering lights.

Maybe then they’ll see their time is unlimited here on this Silly Little Street.