Saturday, May 14, 2011

Rhyme 16

I always saw that I might fall
En route by the galactic butterfly
But knowledge knows I'm on my toes
To find the way at the end of the day
Brush the dirt from this tattered skirt
And walk on, until I have gone
Inch by inch to escape the pinch
On stepping stars that take me far
To where my mind may unwind
The grinding brain that drives me insane
To understand why I am man
Once I see what is within me
Is nothing more than the melodic score
That is in you, too, and that gets me through

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