There's a rhythm inside me that I want craft fire to But I never can keep up with the ticking clock
a wall that obstructs my view I want to see higher yet What if I climb until I find out I don't like what's at the top?
One day I'll step out of line and ignore the warden who drags me back I'll climb the tree next to the wall and dance along the top But for now each day pulls me in a struggle unyielding It would be a dance if my mind could process all that keeps proceeding
If I could pause it for a beat perhaps I could find my feet But the game gets faster while I just get more confused.
I suppose I'll get used to it. Will it always be this way? and does it feel the same somehow to everybody else? I want to dance perfectly impeccably, beautifully in a way that's new and full of life and my own very soul
but head down I keep dozing to miss out on the pain and I shut my eyes Squint over the wall's holes.
Thank you sincerely for reading.
Oh, and I think I'll mention that the idiosyncrasies in rhythm and rhyming scheme were intentional.