I tickle your heart,
hoping you'll laugh.
I tickle your soul,
hoping to strike gold.
I tickle your being,
to hear you sing.
I tickle your tickle,
to stimulate your
joy cycle.
Round and round we go,
trying to let go,
Free ourselve from pain,
trying to stay sane.
We know the lightening comes,
then the storm succumbs.
If we beat the storm,
peace will come.
Will we ever,
maybe never?
Trying is clever,
so we endeavor.
Doing something,
better than nothing.
Tickles excite,
joys might,
so goes our plight,
to spread light,
in the dark of
night.
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