We live in a cycle
my name is Michael
little kid rides a tricycle
while a grown up rides a bicycle
I have a sickle
to my right ventricle
some kid found a nickle
some grown up is being fickle
the red flood starts as a tickle
and ends at a trickle
little kid believes in a miracle
a grown up only sees an obstacle
my name is Michael
We live in a cycle
Mar 18, 2012
Mar 18, 2012 at 6:41 AM UTC
We live in a cycle
my name is Michael
little kid rides a tricycle
while a grown up rides a bicycle
I have a sickle
to my right ventricle
some kid found a nickle
some grown up is being fickle
the red flood starts as a tickle
and ends at a trickle
little kid believes in a miracle
a grown up only sees an obstacle
my name is Michael
We live in a cycle
This wasn't thought out well, but I liked it even if some it is forced and would have to be read with my voice to fit better. Oh well.-----I did make the form fit what I"m talking about though :)
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