When asked to dance some may say
I can't because I've got no rhythm
This, you see, cannot be true
We all mark time in our own unique way
Our hearts like internal metronomes
Maintain our own special beat
Our one-of-a-kind brains their synapses firing
Electrify our hands and our feet
With our own particular gate we walk
We speak with a personalized cadence
We learn, we grow, we fall in love
In our own time and at our own pace
So get out on that dance floor
Show us how you move
To your critics pay no mind
When you keep in time with your signature groove
The joy of rhythm you surely will find
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Great philosophy taken to its completion. Read mine – Mitigation – Adeline