it’s a riddle
and a song,
one I can’t put my finger on.
Sometimes life moves with ease,
like a bird in flight in the summer breeze.
Sometimes life is more like my dad used to say:
“Erin, no one hears the drum your beating to!”
I choose to dance along.
It’s not always a happy dance
Sometimes it’s sad
Sometimes it’s mad
Sometimes I just need to feel bad
But those feelings, I know
Will come and go
For when I let them flow
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