The Simplest It Is

We’re all just a bunch of colours
entwined by stories and events
A streak of messy glue and glitters
it is the soul, we’re trying to reinvent

The memoirs and melodies
that keep our hearts beating
Oh, our mouths are scouring
pretty words while convincing

That the moment our eyes closed
the momentum happened
We will see the our imagination
And its collision with creation

So your hands are dancing
to the beat that is innovation
and your feet are moving
to the music that is demanding


of  the two heartbeats with different rhythm


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