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
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