The band, by sweetNsour Subscribe to rss feed for sweetNsour

Like an orchestra they play
different instruments moving the same body
 The more one turns and ticks , the more the steps
increases
the more the steps increases the more the other instrument 
beats

Playing side by side
closely together, most times
but not always forever

Sometimes both may take a short break.
one to regain strength
one to quit

They play there sound
one for the society
one for the heart

The music rings controlling everything
tick, the beat, the beat, tick, tick
tick, the beat, the beat tick, tick
 

Each stroke a millstone,
each  rate an accomplishment

Reminding us this is the life
reminding we have life

So play
no words
just beats, nothing but the beats at a rate
no words
just tick, tick, tick, tick tocks
tock, tock, tock, tock ticks

Not knowing when any player will give up
call it quits
 Dancing more to one instrument
hypnotized maybe
 The band is on your hand
What time is it?
time to live
or leave for work?








Posted: 2015-03-13 04:18:34 UTC

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