I feel like I am repeating myself
Over and over
Same rhythm
Same rhyme
All points to a time
When my soul began to deteriorate
My poems all reiterate
Simple events that occur to us all
But some will rise
And some will fall
So I guess what I am trying to say
Is that by the end of each day
I feel like I’m repeating myself
And I feel like I’m repeating you
So I’m just an echo