If…

If my mind could forge a thought to be thunk

My mouth would have trouble releasing such dribble

Life is not linear yet winding in most ways

Flipping my insides until they’re strewn outside

My mouth would have trouble releasing such dribble

For my heart endures parity wrecked bass and treble

Flipping my insides until they’re strewn outside

Refusing the malady and melancholy of others I contrive to unwind

For my heart endures parity wrecked bass and treble

Bending my ear to my lowest space listening for melody’s pace

Refusing the malady and melancholy of others I contrive to unwind

For at my center is my soul made whole

Bending my ear to my lowest space listening for melody’s pace

Life is not linear yet unwinding in most ways

For at my center is my soul made whole

If my mind could forge a thought to be thunk

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