Troubled mind inside
rumbling in rhymes
dropping few loads
ramming away with the wind
row baby row
the fall is past behind
the wind is bowing the will
yet everything else is so still
If there was a goon around
it would be fun to play caps out
if there was a moon to be found
it would have been so cool to try
to reach the stars and
to abide by the moor's rules
among the trees .. fit in or bail out
never be dwarf .. never to be too tall
that's the song .. with no lyrics
dynamically changing with time
until that day when the coarse one
will be heard saying his word
so clear and neat
defying every beat
standing tall among the crowd
peeping through his past
irking his grin
through his sea-saw teeth
that's the way to do it
or get done with it ..
no point in learning to quill
when life is heated by so many thrills
By aurumium
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