Roots Revisited

I am

Anonymity defined.

A paradox entwined

In the elusiveness of rhyme.

I should have played

The role of time

And not the clock.

I should have been

Not the committer

But the reason for the crime

To stop.

I should have

Cast the sunlight,

Not the dark

To create the shadow

Spun right from my heart.

I am sinking...

I am sinking...

Into loopy thinking.

Writing like my

Old self


There's a tingle

In my fingers

But I think I'll leave it all


      Sometimes the song sounds better

      In your head

      Than heard aloud.

      Ain't that a bitch?

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