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Propel me into my future.
Chase me there.
Force me to believe that as the symphonic structures rush by,
they will not be missed.
Breathe new life into this head riddled with “old ways”.
Count to 10, and here we go…

A panoramic view of a spaceship slideshow
A melodic melancholy.
A beat poet on the sidewalk,
Twisting my life into meter and rhyme.

We’re all just lovers and fighters,
Winners and losers and breadwinners.
Ha, aren’t we all…

Performers. Dancing a dance,
To a tune we only think we choose for ourselves.