In that moment you have a choice
There’s always a choice.
Someone free said that once.
In that moment when you’re convinced
you’ve heard the crack of bone
your leaking heart losing faith
felt it, felt yourself
You know with certainty something has broken
What comes next?
Even if you don’t know yet if there’s anything there
worth groping for, worth saving—
Can you hear the music through the roar and rumble
Can you still hum some favourite tune
a few bars to hold onto
some sorrowful blues maybe
some cowboy gush of lonely bravado
some whimsical ditty
to carry you through?