Jiggy

Things may always stay the same
still my heart looks for a change
from time to time-
but my head sinks like a stone
a thousand miles from home
tired of turning on the dime.

Don't I dig the bigtime dancin'?
Music is the heart's symphony
swing with me, my friend-
give us a little tune or two
that we can jiggy to
the funky chicken will never end.

I'm not lookin' for things to change too much
but we can think like clouds sometime
throw on a jam, slap our hips-
there's a symphony
we claim as our own
get us up from
sinkin' like a stone
and let it flow
loud from our lips.

JIGGY!