Ready? Always. We made it ‘round the fire once more, Carried what we could, set the rest down, Nothing perfect, nothing lost— Just another good turn ‘round. The night doesn’t ask for promises, The dawn doesn’t check our plans, It just opens up the morning And lets us choose again. I feel the lift inside the laughter, Feet remember how to move, Joy’s not proof we got it right— It’s proof we still can choose. Every year’s a doorway humming, Not a test, not a grade, Just music asking gently, “Do you want to dance this way?” Again doesn’t mean forgetting, Again doesn’t mean pretend, It means we take what taught us And let it bend. Raise the light, raise the sound, Let the old weight hit the ground— We’re not starting from nothing then, We’re starting from again. The calendar’s just a circle, Same moon learning how to shine, Time keeps time by coming back And giving us the sign. If the breath shows up tomorrow, If the heart still wants to play, That’s the only invitation We need to say okay. What if joy is how the body says The future’s safe enough? What if dancing is just courage Showing up as love? Again is how we practice hope, Hope… Again is how we mend, Mend… We don’t erase the story here, We turn the page and then— With breath, with beat, with open eyes, We begin again. See you in the morning. See you… again.
