Take one, not ready,
feel the pace,
welcome to the human race,
those before you,
no rehearsal,
and no shield for reversal,
keep in mind,
the beat that plays,
for it’s the pulse for all your days.
Take two, just smile,
keep in tow,
for my meter knows where to go,
though feel free,
to add your spice,
sweeten stuff with your advice,
but remember my true click,
you stay with me, as you tick.
Take three, slow down,
your heart’s a bomb,
to play at your rate, all’s gone,
delight revels,
but body fails,
just look down at the scales,
pleasure pains, are not the grade,
so, make sure attention’s paid.
Take four, a breakdown,
chosen shift,
such dissonance, makes a rift,
but I know,
you want to try,
all the things before you die,
get those t-shirts, but beware,
a mortal needs to really care.
Take five, some cleansing,
you wipe down,
chorus in motion, the turnaround,
your chops shine,
along with me,
now you see our harmony,
as with such a good decision,
there will be no subdivision.
Take six, great job,
some self-love,
all those demons you did shove,
you’re on track,
to knowing you,
all past forms are for review,
cutting floor quakes, under stress,
but end product, is what’s best.