the kids on the gate.
waiting for life to take place.
The kids on the gate
They watch and wait
As life passes by
Cars passing
On the edge of a busy life
Living
On the edge of a busy city
Searching
On the edge of a busy life
Looking
The kids on the gate
Bide their time
They’ve no reason or rhyme
For what they want
They give no thoughts
To plans
Too busy thriving
On the edge of a shared dream
They wandered to the edge
And now they dream of
The center
The kids on the gate
They sit and they
Wait
And they
Wait
And they
Wait
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Kiona Jones
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The One with the Jazz🎷
Reaching a place of zen for me means clearing my thoughts of anxiety and being in the present. Sometimes, that means getting out of my head to appreciate the world around me while I go for a walk. Other times, it means creating a rhythm and flow as I clean up around my apartment, continue working on stories I’m writing, or meditate. Music can be fun to lose myself in as I feel the rhythm and beats and let myself be emotionally transported to the world that the artist creates. When it comes to reaching a place of zen, though, I prefer jazz. That most jazz songs are instrumental is soothing. But even when they have lyrics, the style of jazz vocals always brings me a sense of calm and relaxation.
By Kiona Jones5 years ago in Beat
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