The melody of life is a bit odd
When one is not eager to survive
Every note can make one sad
If the movement and music do not jive.
Being alone in this so-called limbo
Would mean quarrel with my ego
The rain may pour so hard
And flood my ambivalent mind.
Hold my hand
Teach me to dance
Under the pouring rain
With bleeding heart so in pain.
Sway with me
In the intense heat of the sun
Burns may show
But it’s okay because we are one.
Twists and turns
May be difficult to synchronize
Yet with you never letting go
Would mean that existence is true.