Bass

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Bass

Fog of the breath, it's cold out the door
Waiting in line, waiting for more
Consumption, this path, that fills up the boom
Flappers or millennial, both sing the same tune
Looking for glory, saying I'm not part of the flock
can't all be leaders, can't all go all out
Inside the room now, dark and heavy
Crowd around the bar, first glass getting
Light in the eye, the music so loud
Early right now, you can still hear the crowd
But as the DJ ascends, to the turntable throne
the bass swells up, the dancers mark out their zone
Their thin frame leaning, their hula swinging around
glowing in the dark, the balls of light blaze sound
Rapid fire bass beats, the jungle kicks in
hopping and jumping, face split into grin
the thrill of the chase for those playing the game
is more than enough, to get the hearts racing again
couples forming, some shifting over the night
not staying for one meal, multiple lovers in sight
lost in the crowd, some stand still and confused
not sure how to partake of this human food
More than enough of every emotion to go around
those lost in their heads, and those lost in the sound

Last updated: 2015-11-26

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