A Life Well Lived

Why does Amsterdam taste like chocolate chips? Dance parties with friends make me laugh. Who said that rhythms weren't a part of work? I listen to songs more than half Of my life, I wonder who stole the moon. Can anyone put it back? I found a sun in the school's boiler room. I warm my face in a crack In the concrete, there's a big old weed. Prickly spines to clasp. Who threw these gloves in my general direction? I've got life to grasp.