This one took a little longer than expected
Every year for a while I’ve churned out the collected
Consequently
After such a time required a step back
A quiet pause—–to define.
I suppose it’s just about the floor
But I’ve always wanted more
I find it hard to articulate
What it means to dedicate
If anything means anything at all.
Sometimes it does
But other nights I’m climbing the walls
Supposing this tempo wasn’t a thing
Do you think I could sing
The same song that you sing?
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