in search of my rhythm

I sang to a rhythm a minute ago

I've forgotten it now

I lived in it, and I was

The rhythm was I

I've forgotten how it made me older

And how it made me sing

Of the sun and being older

I danced in that rhythm

I look for the rhythm in my old wooden toy

I search in my blanket, seven years old now

I search for that rhythm in the stars

I find it not even in the guitar that made it

That rhythm made my melody

That rhythm held my breath

It gave me joy and life

And purpose and death

I search for the rhythm 

For purpose and for death

I breathed it out again

And I've lost it again