Are you a point
Or are you a wave?
Is your brain mere machine
Running down to a grave?
Is your dogma deduction
From what you can see
From the side of the dance floor
Where movement flows free?
Your body is dancing,
But the brain in your head,
That fearful observer
That disdains to be wed
To the Lord of the Timeless,
The Composer of all –
Only filters the music
Afraid of the call.