The Words Get Longer
The words get longer
The longer I listen the longer it intrigues
The very sound of my voice never disagrees
The longer I walk the better my knees
The very movement and vigour keeps me physically pleased
The longer I concentrate the longer my brain speeds
The very radical thinker must submerge as he reads
The longer I play my guitar the more tuned are the keys
The very hands I use seem to pick vibrations up when it needs
The longer the process as the purpose exceeds
The purpose is futile unless the process succeeds
The longer the road is the more diverse it seems
The road is diverse because you've seen life in a dream
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