The clock is a constant reminder of the days
that must be passed before the tune is sweet.
Minor in key, the melody is like a snake that
entwines in all the shell of my fragile mind.
The staccato beat and rhythm in my head
turns into a minum and then a semibreve.
Those jarring notes hold on for oh-so long
and only when they stop can I start to sing.
2 comments:
"like a snake that
entwines in all the shell of my fragile mind" ---Incredibly evocative.
(And thumbs-up for the not-quite-so-depressing-as-usual tone struck this time! XP)
thanks Lu :) heheh, i'm feeling a little better these days.
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