Breathing in sync with the bass drum
Every nerve on fire with the energy of the guitar solo
As her feet began to move to the groove
That was a problem when she saw the flashing lights in her rearview mirror
Breathing in sync with the bass drum
Every nerve on fire with the energy of the guitar solo
As her feet began to move to the groove
That was a problem when she saw the flashing lights in her rearview mirror
The music began with a low, moody, ominous bass part.
On screen, lightning played among the far hills.
Nobody seemed to have a plan as to how to stop the zombie invasion.
Except one! She pulled out her phone and that is what cued the Bollywood style dance-off!
Whimsical pondering about how everything works
Observing the universe and attempting to understand the underpinnings
Never being settled with almost right, but wanting perfect information
Determining how everything began, how it will end, and everything in between
Except perfect information is not available, so instead we guess and see how close we get
Remembering when we get things wrong it becomes a starting point for something new
Digits scattered around in a ritualistic circle
It spun and clicked as it began its spell
And soon there were disembodied voices talking from the other side
Listen close and you might hear grandma
Knowing hands twisted and tied the thick cords with ease
Noting where the rope had begun to fray
Outside the wind began to howl, which he thought fitting
There was no better accompaniment when at the gallows
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
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