Follow me....
Smooth, riding along the shore of rhythm
occasionally one sticks out above the rest
this sensation of gliding across a wave length
has each move slipping as if I spoke profanity
and see.. I can feel it’s catching up surely
I must continue to flow along, but balanced
as the tempo propels my stance, I see flaws
in the right settings I can skim across and edit
leave a trail of uproar behind me, I know I have done it
because in this sea of people, I ride the beat steady.