Little Garçon in My Head

Just when
the caterpillar
thought the world
was over,
it became
a butterfly.

Here is a song of evolution. I saw the above quote on a coffee cup and thought it fit for what I want to say. This is a song which changes. It takes a sudden twist at the two-minute mark, from lazysunshine, to convertible cruise, to campfire pop, to clap along and sing out loud because by now you know the chorus--

Well, I get told, to never get old,
But the way it unfolds,
I'm a little garçon in my head
With a little fille that's stuck in bed.

It starts as a hum, a Mmmmmmmaybeeeee. Then the sun comes out and a harmonica pokes a shy little head into the scene. It feels like kindergarten. And then you're on the floor because you want to feel small again. It feels, now, like you should be riding a bike very slowly alongside a riverbed. A pause. Then we're off again, a century later, and everyone is dancing because we've reached some sort of finish line we never even knew we were running to.

(little garçon)