Walking through life, You scale the un-trodden
Get caught in the surprises from the known
Look the other way when it is too much
Climb when it is the hardest
What is that ..that makes the struggle rhyme
That seeps through your insides as a sunshine,
Even when you are bruised, your eyes are closed
That plays the music, finds a rhythm in every lived moment
What is it that makes you walk and walk
That makes you laugh and fill you with joy in what you have....
What is that, that hums in every moment
that sings with every beat and every turn you take
Maybe there is a poem within that is alive
Get caught in the surprises from the known
Look the other way when it is too much
Climb when it is the hardest
What is that ..that makes the struggle rhyme
That seeps through your insides as a sunshine,
Even when you are bruised, your eyes are closed
That plays the music, finds a rhythm in every lived moment
What is it that makes you walk and walk
That makes you laugh and fill you with joy in what you have....
What is that, that hums in every moment
that sings with every beat and every turn you take
Maybe there is a poem within that is alive
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