forward momentum 

i have a beat inside

my own internal rhythm that keeps it going

keeps the pace 

keep going

repetitious overflow 

it cycles back


tells me where to go

tells me when to go

this rhythm gives style

and it’s like breathing 

i go fast

and i can stand still and go fast

it can be midnight

i can be asleep

i can walk down the street


and the rhythm links together movement 

there is song continuously 

so everything is a dance

syncopation builds on the complexity 

beat snaps

and i keep going

keep moving

keep the pace up

driving forward

forward trajectory 

and all the sudden the infinite complexities manifest themselves 


like a hungry animal

like one that stalks and paces

like one with its eyes fixated

mind fixated

like one who waits with open jaws

like one who is ready to pounce

like one able to bound off into a run

running without thought to any ending 

any beginning

like a roar

like a whisper

like a low growl

like a snarl 

like one that hunts

like one that makes the others run

like one who darts

and moves

and in its movement 

causes fear

causes a jolt 

a doubt

and suddenly there they are

there it is 

animal, like one who is hungry

who has a deeper desire than most will ever know 

the kind that cannot be stopped 

will never die

will never quit 

will always move