Everything is going to the beat, and everything is going
So bring me to my willing feet, and everything is glowing
My senses sting confined to a seat, my limbs yearn for showing
and telling -not yelling.
I'll sing you something sweet, a song that is all-knowing
Lyrics cling to what is fleet, yet the words keep flowing
And will ring through the ears they meet, who knows where these words are going.
But words will wing one off his feet, as lyrics seem to be sewing
invisible wounds (made by mere buffoons)
Like a king accomplishing a feat, the beat is powerful and knowing
Everything is going to the beat, and everything is going.
(Inspired by Passion Pit)
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