My life a gift, A present
Like pass the parcel
Unfolding and holding
Following the text
Of the music but you cannot tell
What comes next

Each layer more exciting
Than the last
Sometimes you think "I don’t want that"
Yet you hold on fast
to a small charm, a small gift
and somehow it gives you a lift

It is wonderful to carry that joy through
Discarding that which you know

Not to be true
And clutching on to things
which may not be real.
Not all will have the same thought
But it is just the way I feel!