Friday, January 30, 2009

Rhyme (2007)

Consumed by the rhyme
Doesn't matter the time
Bright with light
Darkened night
Can't clear my mind

Round and around
Words are abound
Makes no sense
Can be tense
No peace to be found

Can be cool
Says the fool
Gone is the dread
That fills the head
An exception for now, not the rule

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