I can hear a voice,
A melody,
That he, rejoice,
It echoes in tune,
From morn until noon,
Lacking the apathy,
That senses the mood,
No signal, no choice,
It flow inside a symphony,
But just so moist,
Slipping through reality,
He jumps out, and is gone, like a loon.
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 1:18 PM UTC
I can hear a voice,
A melody,
That he, rejoice,
It echoes in tune,
From morn until noon,
Lacking the apathy,
That senses the mood,
No signal, no choice,
It flow inside a symphony,
But just so moist,
Slipping through reality,
He jumps out, and is gone, like a loon.
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