Tapping In

I was tapping in, to something…

There was music in the air.

No one else was hearing anything.

They tapped out on the chair.

There was no win in winning.

Just a shot at living life.

An experience on world spinning.

I joined that club without a wife.

There’s no moral to the story.

There’s a chance that things will change.

Just riding out the glory.

With a taste for good and strange.

Dennis Mantin

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