Rhythm of Life

It does feel good to wake up in the morning
Not too cold and not too hot
With an objective set in the mind
Wanting to jump out of the pyjamas into the suit
Grabbing breakfast on the way off to work
Can't wait to smell the air outside
Deafened by the noise of automation
Eyes wearied by the bustling sight of crowd on the street.

How would it feel to dance to the rhythm of honks and tonks
With the iPod in the ears, the beats, the bass and the electone
Blasting in sync with the unplug naturalistic
Dancing, prancing, hum and sing along
Unleash the raw musical talent which laid dormant
Commanding the 2 left feet to skip, leap and jump in fiesta
For the orchestra of the world is at everyone's command.

The rhythm of life, taking every little sound of the earth
Blending every creation of sound together
Putting all sadness and happiness into a raffle box
Like a lottery pick, shuffle them all up
Take a chance on life and taking fate by the neckline.

That is the rhythm of life, created by one own's hands
However it may sound, only one would know it best
Least be shared, and least it be announced and known
Then it is universal language, where words are needless, actions are futile
The feelings that come what may, is the ultimate sensation at the end of the day.