The Pacesetter
The loss of ink
Unable to think
It's been awhile
Have I lost my
style?
The thoughts
come racing
And now I'm pacing
Because your
next thought
Isn't quite your
own
I should have
known
All along
That everyone else
Would tell
you
You've always
been wrong.
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