In a world of pain, excitement and decay,
I met people,
New and variable,
Talented and inspiring,

Three with the magic to play instruments,
Sing with rhythm and enthusiast,
A flow so sublime yet raging,
Takes your senses away,

One who has the ability to create,
To draw and sketch reality,
Spilling paint on her art pad-
and blowing your mind away,

Two others who can sing,
Soft and beautiful,
Charismatic waves shoot down your spine-
As they sing patriotism so refine,

One great at sports,
Sends basketball's through hoops,
Claiming trophies-
And ranting about it with us fools,

Two others,
Paradox to me,
Can sing outstanding too,
But are all about sleep and food.