the wind breaths on me
once again
and i continue to
sit
and listen for the
message from my father

as the chorus starts
i pick up the notes
as sort of
waltz
in box step

i sway my head
and close my eyes
and let it carry me to
some place far
maybe japan
on a speeding bullet train
so i can admire the cherry blossoms
or the snow on top
of mt fuji

the bass get deeper
as i begin to rock
and bop my head
--i can't resist i must dance.

03/10/2012

Posted on 03/10/2012
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