I seem to be able to pulse of these two lined sentences,
filled ****** misspoken penances.
With a bitterly true rhyming scheme,
from someone else's dream.
I can't tell if what I'm doing is right.
That would require breaking my line of sight.
So instead it's nickel this, dime that,
bouncing my way through a base beat on a tom hat.
The contradiction is clear to state,
but it's too confined to rate.
Pulsing back and forth,
off of wave forms down... north.
I got off topic, but that's all I seem to do.
Not like it's something I consciously choose.
Just seem's so natural to deviate,
from the things I can't alleviate.