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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