The Beat Carries

Keep the beat With the rhythm of thy soul Counting each second Blissful with thy voice Standing on top under them all Rising to the ground Nothing to see I was 27 Affraid to fly Catching the stars Who fell to the floor Reaching out to touch one's hand Crumbling my very existance Grass, the sour touch Ash filling my lungs Smoke thickening the air Non talking with tongues Only with thy lips Nothing coming from the heart Heartless people became us Nothing unique But plastic the the ear Like a burning forest Spreads the virus