(I can even write these when thoughts get heavy.  Sometimes, you use that weight. Other times, well…)

The best song of 2013.

I see your shoulders weary
The burden of responsibility tests your resolve daily.
Exhausted and irritated with time,
We call leaving work “punching the clock.”

Instead of looking for relief from adulthood in adult beverages.
Dance
Find your place in 1, 2, 3, 4 that’s reserved for your hips.
And misplace worries that keep you from the rhythm.

The boogie monster needs a partner for his groove to be acknowledged.
He can’t use you if you’re too busy getting lost in the music.