Warm and life giving until the platter turns cold
Prickling thorns of trying to figure out why two hearts dance different styles to the same song
Burnout quickly turns into a stone wall from reaching, tasting, and distance again
Gas of perfection for creativity to express the release of a bruised soul
Opened eyes start to reveal that you’re dancing alone
Reclaiming the drum only able to be played alone
You regroup and start to rewrite your life’s song