1 ,2 ......1,2..........1,2,3,4 I move to keep myself from hitting the floor, I move to the speed of light, further from spotlights , quicker to and from your sight.
The beat of the drum , the kick , hits me quick in the back of the head, like a shot to the heart I'm dead......
From all those times I run from all those people those places all those times and faces......discraces...akward phases...indifferent cases.....
I run like para pa pa pum to that beat of a drum in to the sun I run , looking for that sunset.........
The breath escaping my lungs from the run is as much as the songs sung..... out loud,so sad ...now I run ... the burning in my lungs is like burning in my heart hung , from this noose, put to "good" use time and time again , like myself used .
Like a broken record I repeat repeat to the beat beat beat of the footsteps carrying my feet feet foot,
head to toe gasp for air I go , forward to and fro .....slow down lil engine your times just begun.
The book read love is just a passage that rung your name, your time your number. As I stop my feelings slumber
..beat beat beat....goes the heart to my feet....and the defeat of my heart yet again keeps me on my feet
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