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im not too sure where this one comes from, but i finished my math final, started drawing a picture of one of the corners of my room, and pulled this out of my ass.
As the clock on the wall slowly ticks time away
I can barely feel my body sway. The rhythm is taking me away.
It's taking me to a land of good, with unfettered hopes
I'll swing along the vinyl ropes, and smile at the blossomed rose.
The music I hear up in my head takes me to a land of wonder instead
Of a land with futile dreams, a land where my paradise seems
So close, yet it's so far away. Instead, in this land I will stay.
I'll lay me down before I sleep, and for this heaven, I will weep.
I go there just as time ticks by; And I'll go there when I die.
i have to title my poems. not they're amazing and deserve titles. but just so i can distinguish them.
As the clock on the wall slowly ticks time away
I can barely feel my body sway. The rhythm is taking me away.
It's taking me to a land of good, with unfettered hopes
I'll swing along the vinyl ropes, and smile at the blossomed rose.
The music I hear up in my head takes me to a land of wonder instead
Of a land with futile dreams, a land where my paradise seems
So close, yet it's so far away. Instead, in this land I will stay.
I'll lay me down before I sleep, and for this heaven, I will weep.
I go there just as time ticks by; And I'll go there when I die.
i have to title my poems. not they're amazing and deserve titles. but just so i can distinguish them.