our bodies are instruments
strung elegantly
in a delicate way
almost magnetically,
as if it were inevitable
Love reaches volumes
more than measurable
we are always capable
I know it seems questionable
but without this
how else do we connect?
that's how we learn respect
each unique in their imperfect way
if everyone was the same
beauty wouldn't exist
no instrument can play itself
But together the notes sing
we find harmony
in coexitence
existing together but all in one
finally feeling free of the burdens life brings
is accepting these things
that there are bigger things than just oneself
with words unspoken
but heard and you are awoken
by ways you never knew
you can learn how to dance
if give everything a chance
stop saying you can't
now is the time just as much as the future
time never really exists
This is all just humor
created by the producers for the consumers
we always feel like movers
and the moochers, moving in on us
we, the fewer