In Search of the Beat
Here we go
in search of it
once again.
The spot is different
but the same,
the same difference.
'Pop the lock
or cut the fence
either or neither
away we go.
This is the underground
but were above,
way up
since gravity
is a state of mind.
There it is,
the beat,
but where's the 404.
Dance ... dance,
music and mind
are interwoven
as the body
twists and grooves.
Now you've caught it,
the vibe.
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