Magic Words
Hardly make a sound
It may be spontaneity.
Or in the way we walk.
An easing of the routine
Or the way we talk.
Natural is an aptitude
Different from the rest
Always early enough to learn it.
Or put it to the test.
Dropping the restrictions
A change to bonhomie
Pleasing the situation
And we are setting ourselves free.
It’s the preferred method.
Of aptly chilling out
No need to get a lesson
Or employ a talent scout.
Fluidity and smoothness
Going with the flow
Cutting all the biff out
And the blow-by-blow.
Natural is the method
The one that I prefer
No need to make excuses
Disappear and then demur.
Easing out is easy
Natural is best
Never take my word for it.
Just put it to the test.
Natural is a way to say
The world spins around.
And the magic words I hear
Hardly make a sound
©
David Rudder
2023
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