DANCE FOR ME

DANCE FOR ME

Dance for me pretty leaves
Until the sun raise its head
And you turn your faces
To the coming day.

LISTEN TO THE BEAT OF YOUR OWN DRUM

Turn one block.
They all turn.
At the same time.
In the same way.
Just like people,
who follow one person.
At the same time.
In the same way.
How boring.
How useless.
If we moved in our
own unique ways,
life would be more interesting.
People would be more interesting.