A singular repetitive rhythm,
Pacing itself through peaks and valleys.
Moving constantly and patiently.
Not changing itself but naturally our senses develop it into song.
We perceive additional beats from the echoes,
Add harmonies from the worlds other lives that surround it.
Making valleys horribly deep dark places
from the fullness of the sound.
Peaks so light and airy
because nothing is there to answer you but the distance.
So why is our perception not inverse?
When we are surrounded by the echoes of ourselves
The world is coming down around us.
When we peak and nothing is there to answer,
There is freedom.
Is our nature to be so afraid of ourselves
That we simply do not comprehend what is inside?
No matter the beat continues
The pacing flows into each day
The world enjoys what it is because it will be honest.
The world knows no perception