If
I could write a song that defined us
I’d
begin with a loud clap
I’ll
string in some drum beats
And
some loud shrieks and claps.
I’ll
pour in some vanilla
And
make a nutella mess
I’ll
bring a dialogue into the emptiness
And
spit out all I have to confess.
I’ll
slam down the bass a bit
I’ll
tune the guitar
Will
cover the endless night sky
Blaring
meteors with no stars.
There
will be head banging dance
There
will be free hugs
We’ll
jump on rollercoaster’s
And
catch little light bugs.
The
song will have a chorus
Where
we’ll do the Irish hop
We’ll
cross our legs and link our arms
And
dance till our legs drop.
There’ll
be no mushy unicorns or stupid chocolate dreams
But
parkour stadiums and trampoline gyms
There’ll
be no glitters and sparking rainbows
But
oreos with less of the biscuit and more of the cream.
We’ll
measure our lyrics when we write
And
not shout out whatever comes to our minds
Our
song with define our life
With
perfect silences hard to find.
The
song will reach its climax
With
an end that’ll linger on
Our
song, your song, will keep playing
Slow
and silent, from dusk till dawn.
-Sam B
