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Your Rhythm

You take for granted that people understand your rhythm. You take for granted that everyone knows how to sing. You have been rowing the little boat in the great big ocean. Spilling water into my face and flooding the place, the ship is leaking, and you have to find the holes and seal them up before the queen Elizabeth sinks. I don’t know how to read musical note and I cannot drive a gigantic boat, but I can use my common sense and move the boat out of the stagnant water, it has been docked there for many years waiting of an adventurer to take it out to experience the vastness of the sea and see the wishing stone that lies beneath the ocean. You are far away from home but keep rowing, you will find your way home. This thing has been going on for too long and the people don’t understand your jumbled up song, what do you want them to do? I still do not have the slightest clue. I do not know what you want to achieve, and what you have up your sleeve, every five minutes the rhythm change, and this action is driving the people insane. They have to drop what they are doing and march though the iron gate and before they reach the middle of the street, they are walking into another beat, and a new rhythm sets in. Nobody tells me what is going on; I have to rely on my external sensation and intuition. I don’t read symbolism or body language, I don’t work out at the gym, and I don’t understand your colors scheme. We just want to have a sense of normality, peace, love and stability, but every time I steer the boat this way, someone steer in it the opposite way. Something has to be done to fix your confusing song. You must separate the ocean sunfish from the beluga stuvgon and give everyone a written message and tell them what to do, you must change your current communication method and gather the multitude in front of the hill and give everyone a circle a heart and a triangle and tell them the truth just as it is. I will have grilled snapper and trout for my Thursday evening supper; I need a seafood doctor because the people still don't know what the order is.

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