Whilst I'm Able
It's been a while since I wrote
So long ago
I wrote one
It felt like I'd self demote
Though the clocks said eleven
It felt to me
Like four
What for?
Who knows!
Maybe the thought was elevation
And my bars were set low
Maybe my words were clear
But was seen as poor
I wouldn't close my own doors
That would be inefficient
A crab walks sideways
To gain its coefficients
Not because it can
But to obtain better acceleration
Cause if there's no engine
There is no ignition
Words were created
I just took a few of them
To make deep incisions
2020-10-16 12:50:11
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