It Starts With a Rhyme

It seems like the burden Backwards in heart it lay Taken back the night from the day And I hate to be no different A single-minded cliche As rhyming has come and stayed Break from the cycle, Step out of the box, Run with the gift of life I'll lock it away and there it remains It seems they're all each other Upon the gilded worded spade They're in need of a break From routine and all its treachery You'll find yourself in a rut Of they words you can't help but rhyme Challenge yourself and fall away from the like You're all alike