riddle me a song

drum beatThis life,
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!”
Either way,
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
I continue to grow. Continue reading