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Rhythmic Theft

Feeling like I just lost my time Can't seem to find my rhyme A writer's block holding my way Crossroad leading to insane Feeling it, I lost my rhyme Can't seem to keep up I lost my way's rhythmic advantage Steer clear, I lost my way Can't seem to place the blame Can't hold it to you You were the clock's chime Forever beating on Ticking bomb going off Losing it, I'm losing it Can't seem to find a way out Maze of life's misfortune Running scared, feeling it Feeling it, I lost my rhyme Felt the moment it left Turn of the clock's chime The rhythmic theft I want out, find my way back The rhythmic advantage through my hand Skull to fingers found a flow Of ink to pure white paper Still running even now Spoke a rhyme to your ears Tis on your paper now Stole my pen and paper And wrote it all down You take off in a dead sprint While reading the words out loud A pain to my ears When I gave you the rhyme "A pure forming passion sought Friend of old and new besought And how I wonder What all I've found And how I wonder The luck of striking gold And as my life's stolen goods A purchase in the pocket of a thief The running, rhyming fake Oh wait, does this sound familiar"

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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