Word of Mouth

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Dance to My Own Beat

And I dance to my own beat, dance to my own beat and I don’t care, don’t care if you can, if you can, keep up with me

And I’m a bird on a wire, fixin to gain perspective on a world I sometimes have trouble understanding, fixin to rise up so I can witness the beauty that’s always manifesting even when I can’t see it on the ground and it’s been a little while since I’ve been down out and weary, cuz I work at keepin my heart open and my eyes seein clearly

 And I dance to my own beat, dance to my own beat and I don’t care, don’t care if you can, if you can, keep up with me

 And I groove to the rhythm and rhyme of my own music, not carin if anyone’s watchin, not carin if anyone’s keepin up – and it used to be that I’d expend a lotta energy holdin myself back, comparin myself to others, but thankfully I’ve outgrown that detrimental tendency, well, for the most part, and I’ve been learnin how to:

 dance to my own beat (4X)

 And I situate myself on a thickened razor’s edge, halfway in between stayin on and fallin off, one eye on the quickened pulse of everything I deem not okay, the other on the decency of humankind, cuz they’re both happenin at the same time, and always will be – in the global garden of life, weeds are part of the deal but we can limit what seeds spring up in our own plot based on where we angle the showers of our focus – the equation of livin a good life ain’t no hocus pocus, so breathe it all in and dig deep - breathe it all in, dig deep, and follow my example as I:

 dance to my own beat, dance to my own beat and I don’t care, don’t care if you can, if you can, keep up with me