Tapping Out the Rhythm
I was slowly drifting nowhere; this side of bump and grind
While all the time I noticed, myself I couldn’t find
And as I floated like some driftwood; on this rivers tributary;
I desperately was reaching out, for perhaps one last Hail Mary;
Then coming from the rivers bank, was a song I can’t repeat
And all the birds were keeping time, by shuffling their feet
So I paddled towards the tree line, to escape the summer’s heat;
And I noticed they were keeping time, to some unknown beat
So I twisted and I tangoed and at midnight I did waltz
And I revived the faint of heart, with some smelling salts
So I step now with direction, but sometimes I’m adrift
And I wonder will I ever know, about the things I missed
The thing that I now realize, as I’m coming round the bend;
Is the people that I’m thinking of are the ones who were my friends
And if my time should run out, and it seems I’m lost again
I’m hoping I might have the chance, to try it all again.
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