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With one hand dropping onto the bongo,

followed by the next

wild to the beat of my own drum

I get lost in the present

with the radio station on static

the only english pop station I could find,

memories of my rhythm

thoughts on how I danced around

that 10th story condo in Cairo

cloudwalking and time traveling

by the sound of a familiar song

I find myself lost in my mind

with memories resonating so profound.

(I think the most beautiful thing gained

was not the destination,

but the fact that I went out of my way-

and took the opportunity to make memories

that still live on today).