Ambiguity

I sometimes wish that panflutes would play,
as i walk along the street.
And drums would bang out a beat
that my feet would yearn to follow.
I'd skip along the road with joy
to the rhythm of the panflute.
And watch other faces creasing,
pretending to cast disdain,
but actually jealous of my joyous rhythm.
I'd wave at them with a huge smile on my face
and invite them to join me.
They'd smile back, grinning madly alongside me
and lunge into the rhythm of the panflute
as it guides us on our way.