Often I feel the need to get away So I like to frequent a place In which I can be lost And no one would seem to find me The sound is enveloping and immersive And it makes me more apt to forget I’m surrounded by an escape A zombie merriment That takes over my reality And as I sweat the pain of stress away I know there’s no other place I’d rather be R&B is too slow Rock is too powercore But the drumbeat baby I want more The musical alliteration pumps my body With a life I forgot I had And I’m filled with an insatiable desire To be bad Bad with a sultry tinge Just enough to tantalize A shake like an earthquake That no disco song would try The music it holds me close I am bathed in light Forever lost in a funhouse That is covered and sheltered By the darkness of night The pulse of the floor Invigorating my soul Brings me joy And then becomes a toy For me to fondle all night One can be so much in the zone Energized and away That one isn’t sorry to be alone My God created such a vexation Such bloody tempest That wanders away And likes a mosquito bites you wildly Hooking you in so you’d stay And as the steam rises and bakes you up and down You transcend and fly It seems only for a minute You been gone But hours have passed And you must return Back to the “normalcy” that you had left You had a turn on the rollercoaster You had your one big dive You had your chance Your shot Your journey Your wire live And that was the dance Your sunbeam A happy release That was the dance Your body says more, more Damn it more But you have to exit But you are sure, you’ll return again Again another night To the beat The rhythm The thriving The dance

12/20/2007

Posted on 12/20/2007
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