Beats

The beat of your heart, the beat of a drum,
Makes a tiny rhythm from your foot to your thumb,
It could happen some place near; it could happen some place far,
Buts it’s simplistic and more fun than an acoustic guitar.

The beat of your life, the beat of the city,
Its home to you, so it sounds pretty,
The beat may be weak; the beat may be strong,
But you know it so well, you won’t get it wrong.

When a beat comes along, it sticks in your head,
It still comes alive when you are sleeping in your bed,
Your mind prefers one beat to many more,
You write it in your head like an imaginary score.

Whether musical or not, they are all valid beats,
Your heart knows the tune when you’re tapping your feet,
The beat of your heart, when you find your true love,
Or the beat of rock music from the apartment above.