Our rhythm of life
has been a syncopated mess
Stealing beats and melodies
That didn’t belong to us.
Keeping up with time changes,
Incidentals, and accidentals.
Trying our best at improve
But the riffs and jams were always just a little off.
Our rhythm belong to no one but us.
So let’s stop playing composed tunes
And craft our own song.
In our new rhythm, I’ll keep the beat
And you bring the melodies.
It will be a rhythm that allows us to breath, to create,
And best of all too dance.