Thorn
Dance;
sing in your drunken form alone
Nobody to
hear your broken tone
Surrounded
by bodies until dawn
Realize
what you do is your positive thorn
Thorns
will prod, will prick your life
Some to
blunt, to forget, those are rife
But one
thorn never to dislocate, revels in life
This
thorn of your soul, your mind – youth’s light
Forget to
water your joyful soul
Result
will be a mournful toll
Strive to
find the best in you
That will
be your rock, your beacon of true
Listen to
your mind’s voice, constantly telling to rejoice
This
world filled with decisions that cracked it by choice
Look
around to spot them, no musical delight
Be One,
be all, always dance, never letting go of your youthful light
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