The rhythm of a clocks heart beat tends to soothe the rough patches of my mind
Can cause my heart to no longer bend at the whim of a wishy washy heart
A simple sound can turn my thought vivid
Contemplating on life isn't such an easy task some days
Sometimes such a noun can be so ambiguous,
Sometimes feel like a beautiful gift turned selfish
A gift so full of experience but no love,
Kind people, but no compassion
My mind lingers off beat sometimes and I just reminisce