How does one find the rhythm to write
How do they with the ink pen define
Emptiness so sudden and still rhyme?

They forgot tenth-grade poetry class
Their certificate will gather dust
Yet they still author a tale of heart

Stanzas, lines and rhymes: these they know well
But inside they don't want to reflect
They want to soak the pages red

So how does one find the rhythm of life
How do they make it all rhyme
And still recover their long lost smile?