Beat Beat Beat

The Suns rays

Beat

The fire in my cheeks

It brings me my sweet.

Dopamine.

And back down I come

When the sun retreats

And back come the worries of the day, the week

And I just wish my brain would not speak.

For a second.

Beat

And my heart would not listen to the thoughts that I think

And world would not chill and freeze

Beat

When the sun retreats my cold thoughts I greet

And I do not throw them out on the street.

when they destroy me.

But I give them my bed and place in my head.

A soft breeze

A cloud glides across the sky.

And the cycles begins

The Suns rays

Beat

Musings