you were the lyrics and I the beat. together we used to blend perfectly…a tune that caught everyone’s attention. A rhythm that kept us smiling. But somewhere along the way…the lyrics stopped. The beat skipped a little but nevertheless came back strong. But the words had left the beat. I am but a beat. Searching for my lyrics. For who will remember a beat with no lyrics? It is not yet a song. No matter how amazing, how flawless..it is but an imperfect perfection. I am left searching. But strangely, the beat has changed ever so slightly…the lyrics do not quite fit anymore. And as much as the beat tries to accommodate them…they do not fit. They will not change. And now a sweeter tune must decide, what will it do?” when the words it once made perfect music with no longer fit. The words will be forgotten, as most often are but the everchanging beat will find new lyrics. Hoping to form an unforgettable melody. A timeless classic perhaps. I’m searching for the lyrics to my slowly changing beat. An epic tale of love is what I hope our song will be.