The Tune In Which We Are Born In
As far as I can remember
There was always a tune in my mind
Voices in ears, a rhythm in my fingers, the bob of my head
From time to time
I would wander blankly in my mind,
I’d make out the clock and its chimes
The ticking and tocking of going through rhymes
In my head all the time
I don’t tell anyone of the songs my mind sings
They are for me to hear and only me
If someone else were to hear I would go crazy
This tune will be here all my life
But sometimes I just want to stab the ticking clock with a knife
In the end I do not
Cause then the wood would rot
And if it were to rot then I would be caught
If I were to be caught then the tune I hear would not sing
It would just be there forever, RINGING