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The beat keeps ticking on.
There is waves of change beating against the ocean.
Sound lost and time begins,
We're always moving parts,
A dance that never seemingly ends.
To a music we can't quite understand.
We question it, and follow a beat of a rhythm,
Leading somewhere beyond where we are,
And where we're left with questions, desires, meaning
We're still spinning as the skies pass by,
The days grow longer,
Time keeps on ticking by.
There is a meaning to it,
Somewhere in that music we're dancing to,
That silent beat that we can't quite hear,
But we're following along,
Separate paths,
New beginnings, or old endings.
We start and we begin,
Or we're still putting our pen to the story,
Never stop moving as we keep breathing,
Breathless twirling, forever caught in a cloud,
Transfixed by something we can't understand,
Maybe we shouldn't.
As we hold on,
Counting to three,
We keep going on,
Forever in sight.
Posted 8/12/2022, 2:00 AM