The Rhythms

The Rhythms

Body blow sunken low

Feeling sick movin’ slow

Emotions peaked whacked to shriek

Intellectual confusion, think freak

One with the universe we’re all energy

Rhythmical flow we wish for synergy

From high, from low around we go

Three waves movin’ to reach rarin’ to go!

Ratty mood the bitch is Out

Don’t let me catch you or I’ll scratch your snout

Ask me which color; my decision will make you shudder

Run the mile, without my usual smile, ankle judder

This reality of humanity, like the oceans with the Moon

Humanity contains salinity, different from the morn at noon

Want a high, addicted to happiness

The Rhythms govern your effectiveness