Running Out of Rhyme

I used to move as fast as cars runways built in space and mars. I would dart as far as I could trace the words moving off the chart Every other sound that rhymes Feels like argh, I paint a corner squiggle argh, I’m bankrupt, gridlocked power struggle argh no way out of a jigsaw puzzle Stopped and bound, inside my head as round as this machine could bleed My life into moving tree - BANG! Bark and Fire Stark! I awake inside a maze Forest lost to the barren dark Mixing things that didn’t mix Stories I couldn't fix, I felt a apart I couldn’t even paint an argh no where left but something leapt Silent meaning had effect Movement kept me on a stretch where rhymes were just erect - waving signs above my head, hard and fixed, solid bricks I really wanted sounds and tricks, clever tips and catchy bits songs that keep me in a fix Kungfu, water, flowing bliss Then words fell off the page again I was back it didn’t matter rhymes could be like fish batter but narrative was fatter!