Gay abandon,
well maybe not so gay,
or so abandoned anymore, 
but still, something, something
that lightens the step, quickens the heart, 
tickles up the corners of the mouth 
And who we are or who we aren't
like some kind of new age new deal meditation 
we be, exist, create and recreate ourselves,
twists and turns in the room of a thousand mirrors 
recognise this face, that look, those eyes,
that mirth we call life, and be damned.