A foot before, another follows behind
That's the rhythm of that song, free and fine
And it traces patterns, painting on my mind
I love it, for it's an ultimate sign.
But you know, life is funny in a way
One minute you're dark and gloomy
And the next you're feeling gay
But, one thing's certain: there's no need to stay moody.
The sing of growth, isn't all that it seems
Hearing from a distance can cause confusion
It isn't about growing to be as tall as beams
Or expanding to a level seen as a profusion.
Rather, it's a foot after another
Seeming more and more like a moonwalk
From a boy/girl, you become a father/mother
Then the cruel but diligent reaper knocks.