{"sf1_id":1106731,"sf2_id":"7ejYANB1","title":"The Beat Of Life","author":"Tygriss","words":155,"posted_at":"2016-12-15T17:11:00.000Z","tags":["Poem","Short","Symbolism"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1106731-the-beat-of-life","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/7ejYANB1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/1e/15/1e157feb-562f-444c-9cba-14403c897b03","description":"A final piece I did for my creative class. Its something different I thought I'd have a go at as a beat based poem. It has an innocent charm and I was quite proud of it ^.^","content":"  \nThe drummer tattoos a rhythm and the players dance.  \nThe players dance to the beat of life.  \nThey dance to an invisible script.  \nOne that was encoded since first breath.  \n  \nThe sky cries its tears.  \nThe tears of life and growth.  \nWhether we rejoice or complain, it happens all the same.  \nThe sky cries its tears of life.  \n  \nThe moon shines bright tonight.  \nTo bathe the world in its gentle light.  \nThe cat plays its silent magic, oh isn't it tragic?  \nThat crime must sully the night.  \n  \nWith the sun comes the working madness.  \nLike millions of ants people scurry, all wanting to be rich.  \nThey curse, hurry, swear, oh when did we get this way?  \nForgetting about what's important, in life?  \n  \nAnd so the beat goes on and on.  \nTo the beat of the peoples feet.  \nLike a record stuck on repeat, oh wouldn't it be neat.  \nIf something different were to happen, today?  \n  \n\n"}