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[thevirtuoso]

in this syncopated circadian
i fall at morning break
and break at nightfall
i rise with the downbeats
and falter on t he uptake
sweet sixteenth pickup line
leading into flawless rhyme
what seems perfect in starlight
sunlight erases
as i sleep through day

i'm a wayward orchestral bow
but i made my own beautiful note
no one will ever know
the crescendo

in this syncopated circadian
i crash with waves rising
and rise when they fall
i arrive at low tide
and leave upon it's return
followed footprints by tide
leading into a flawless night
what seems perfect in moonlight
is so wrong by dawn
so i sleep through day

i'm a terrible rip-tide pull
but didn't i sweep you all below?
no one will ever know
decrescendo

in this syncopated circadian
i fade away in flames
and grow in ashes
i dance in destruction
bloom bright green amidst the grey
setting forests afire
containing most desperate desire
what seems so perfect by fireside
all gets burned away
so i sleep for days

syncopated circadian
i rise and fall, so it all goes
no one will ever know
a tempo