Friday 27 November 2015

Beat

There are songs in my head
So I couldn't care less.
The world is at my feet
As I will be moving to the beat.

There's friendly banter in the background,
And people reading in their seats.
Typing on the keys
And swaying to the beat.

Footsteps heard in the corridors
Laughter echoing off the walls. 
Rain pattering on rooftops
Creating a funky beat. 


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