Power

Sometimes I am a red light, a roller coaster ride
I go to danger, I go to danger, I go to suicide.
I blur until I remember—
You choose me
(I wonder if it's ever going to stop)

Most times I am synchronized, the wheels aligned.
I go my pattern, I go my pattern, I go in stride
But I burst when I remember—

You choose me
(I wonder if it's ever going to stop)

It's not the way, or when or why these cells die that matters
It's the choices made that give these cells a resonance, a power—

And you choose me
(I wonder if it's ever going to stop)

(Juliane)