jibberish
It is apparently clear
That what we have here
Is something to fear
From knowing it’s near…
Silly as it maybe
It’s all that you see
Is how to be free
As you follow me
You could’ve just stayed
And took a little trade
It’s better to get paid
On a deal that you made
Don’t listen, I say
Choose your own way
Be as it may
That you will pay
Rhymes and riddles, riddles that rhyme
Clocks that tick, bells that chime
Gushing waters, sands of time
Set in place, perfect crime
Trial and tribulation
Lost my motivation
With no affiliation
of loss of concentration…….
Here’s my confession
A growing obsession
To fight the depression
In one small session
A little crazy, it’s true
How it speaks to you
But you know that I knew
And would follow through
All that you saw
the drawings I draw
Ruff and still raw
Still breaking the law…..
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