Some of the best songs in the world
Are often missed the first time around.
Nothing changes
Accept the amount of time you have
To spend catching up with all
The lost time.
Depending on when you find it.
Depending on what's going on.
A chance to feel deep,
A connection tied to your hips
& feet.
No matter what's going on
Or who happens to be around.
The years go by and you have no idea
What you've missed out on.
Pushed further away, hidden farther from reach.
Some of the best songs in the world
Are often missed the first time around.
Nothing changes accept the date
Of all things,
I am glad that we both
had the same taste in music.
Of all things,
Something that genuinely feels real
& equates into something we both
Can call music
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