(A/N: wow, this one is long. I hope you enjoy it, it compensates for the
last one being so short.)
Tuesday in the mall arcade,
It's empty but for me,
A guy on some racing game,
And the staff of two or three.
I step up to the panel,
Slip in a coin or two,
I've done this quite so many times,
I don't think about what I do.
I pick all music on the left,
End up with konsento,
Scroll through for a song I want,
Not sure which to go.
There it is, I fire up,
But I'm yet to pay my dues.
Today's an initiation of sort,
For my brand-new shoes.
I beat the soles in two pair,
They just couldn't take it,
Now I've got this sturdy pair,
And hope that it can make it.
Am I suicidal?
It can be said as true,
Cause I really messed up big time,
For my first song, what do I do?
I pick dariram euro,
On trick, six feet, no less.
I steel myself for a rough trip,
And await this melodic duress.
The music floods my every cell,
My mind is taken in,
The rhythm is my favorite speed,
And the world fades as arrows spin.
I somehow manage to make it,
With a C, I'm not impressed,
But hey, I made it that far,
It could have had more wrest.
I decide on something low-key,
But I get a mischievous quirk.
1,2,3,4,007 maniac,
It's four, it could work.
Still boiling from my last song,
I crank up the fan a notch
In preparation for a song,
I hope that I won't botch.
It's slow, I admit, but not to bad,
It keeps me on my toes,
With steady steps and pace,
With it, my body flows.
This is it, here comes the wave,
My inner euphoric state,
My mind is in an ecstasy,
As my feet lose pain and weight.
All I hear is the coursing music,
All I see are the arrows,
All I feel is the rhythm,
As I spring from toe to toe.
The song becomes my world,
Until it duly stops,
Then I pick another,
And fall into steps and hops.
This state goes on forever, or,
Until the game runs out,
But the feeling still runs in my blood,
And for more, it yet cries out.
I sate my passions with my tokens,
This is it, i swear.
I adjust the fan and pick my terms,
And double-check unruly hair.
My heart thumps out the rhythm
As I find a new respect,
A song that can challenge me,
Without putting me in check.
I'd waste my day and money,
But my reasoning wins out,
I step off the platform,
And take my first steps out.
I realize now my feet hurt,
Blistered by new shoes,
But all in all was worth it,
For my fervor, I pay my dues.
These shoes now initiate
Their existence as my own,
They experience their first dance,
They on my feet have flown.
My heart is still coursing
With music still in my mind.
My body wants to move,
And not leave that feeling behind.
My better judgment wins,
I walk steadily except,
Amidst my firm footfalls,
I have a renewed spring in my step.
last one being so short.)
Tuesday in the mall arcade,
It's empty but for me,
A guy on some racing game,
And the staff of two or three.
I step up to the panel,
Slip in a coin or two,
I've done this quite so many times,
I don't think about what I do.
I pick all music on the left,
End up with konsento,
Scroll through for a song I want,
Not sure which to go.
There it is, I fire up,
But I'm yet to pay my dues.
Today's an initiation of sort,
For my brand-new shoes.
I beat the soles in two pair,
They just couldn't take it,
Now I've got this sturdy pair,
And hope that it can make it.
Am I suicidal?
It can be said as true,
Cause I really messed up big time,
For my first song, what do I do?
I pick dariram euro,
On trick, six feet, no less.
I steel myself for a rough trip,
And await this melodic duress.
The music floods my every cell,
My mind is taken in,
The rhythm is my favorite speed,
And the world fades as arrows spin.
I somehow manage to make it,
With a C, I'm not impressed,
But hey, I made it that far,
It could have had more wrest.
I decide on something low-key,
But I get a mischievous quirk.
1,2,3,4,007 maniac,
It's four, it could work.
Still boiling from my last song,
I crank up the fan a notch
In preparation for a song,
I hope that I won't botch.
It's slow, I admit, but not to bad,
It keeps me on my toes,
With steady steps and pace,
With it, my body flows.
This is it, here comes the wave,
My inner euphoric state,
My mind is in an ecstasy,
As my feet lose pain and weight.
All I hear is the coursing music,
All I see are the arrows,
All I feel is the rhythm,
As I spring from toe to toe.
The song becomes my world,
Until it duly stops,
Then I pick another,
And fall into steps and hops.
This state goes on forever, or,
Until the game runs out,
But the feeling still runs in my blood,
And for more, it yet cries out.
I sate my passions with my tokens,
This is it, i swear.
I adjust the fan and pick my terms,
And double-check unruly hair.
My heart thumps out the rhythm
As I find a new respect,
A song that can challenge me,
Without putting me in check.
I'd waste my day and money,
But my reasoning wins out,
I step off the platform,
And take my first steps out.
I realize now my feet hurt,
Blistered by new shoes,
But all in all was worth it,
For my fervor, I pay my dues.
These shoes now initiate
Their existence as my own,
They experience their first dance,
They on my feet have flown.
My heart is still coursing
With music still in my mind.
My body wants to move,
And not leave that feeling behind.
My better judgment wins,
I walk steadily except,
Amidst my firm footfalls,
I have a renewed spring in my step.