Back, back, back to the forth,
front and fronted to show worth,
words and lyrics blending into one,
swaying of hips to harmless fun,
picking, picking all of it up,
pouring, pouring all of the cup,
rhythms and beats set to hopes,
steps taken carelessly on slopes,
slobs stumble through the woods
meant to thwart bads and promote goods,
evil winds blow through the trees
but exit in time for good to feed,
the rest picks up from where started
as negativity leaves as it previously darted
and the forest of the everyday tone
is left peacefully to itself, sublimely alone.
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