Dance in the gentle rain of a warm summers day
Swim in the winter ocean in the crisp morning air
Walk down the centre line of a forgotten, dusty, country road
Let unorthodoxy be an addiction
Be a contradiction.
Burn the midnight oil and let your soul pour out across the page
Sit down at the piano and let your own song rain across the keys
Wear something that celebrates you, not just what is all the rage
Put pen to paper, artistic friction
Be a contradiction.
Drink coffee on your own amid the bustle of the crowd
Read a book beneath the tree when everyone else is talking loud
Close your eyes and see with just your heart
Instead of talking, be one to listen
Be a contradiction.
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