It's All About the Lyrics

Some friends I know are loathe to share Affections for these word inflections Try as I may they seem to scare At thoughts of further introspections If they should pry their headphones high Peruse the verse their tune relies They just might feel the big reveal The rhythmic zeal and fresh appeal Within the rants they wryly chant Just maybe then all won’t be lost They may just pick up Robert Frost