The band, by sweetNsour
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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?
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Posted: 2015-03-13 04:18:34 UTC |
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