When times get tuff, i tumble.

EDM is Lyfe.

 

There are

There are skies with winds and clouds,

There are clouds with drops of water, 

There are rivers, broad and narrow, 

Mirrors, reflections, one could swallow.

There is wealth, poverty, working class.

There is beat, rhythm, and repeating bass.

There are highs. There are lows.

There is us, and there are those. 

Will we ever live as one?

Even if..

One  means being alone?

There is heart, There is love.

Even if..

Tomorrow they could be gone.

I’m a terrible poet.