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

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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