It’s a riddle
And a song,
One I can’t seem to put my finger on.
Sometimes life moves with ease,
Like a bird in flight on a summer day.
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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