Pace
Pace
Is life not
at its very core
like a music sheet?
It is like a soothing song
calmly strolling by
easing your spirit.
Enclosed by violins and flutes
the world almost seems
like a lake of blue.
Then, a sudden crescendo!
As lake turns into whirlpool
the violins strike the strings
and guitars join in, drum on the bass.
When the storm has passed
and a diminunendo seeps through
a lone saxophone
accompagnies the fading deja vu.
But I'll just satisfy myself
with some accordeon
whilst I walk through the streets
dotted with the notes of my songs.
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