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Repeat
It's the same old song
still playing loud and proud
bitter enough to pucker ears
like lips fouled with the taste
of rancid words
there is no moving forward
no unsure smiles
or joyous peeks
into the valleys and peaks
of the futures landscapes
there is just what was
and what I wish it would be now
and the same old song
winding its way towards
the end
still playing loud and proud
bitter enough to pucker ears
like lips fouled with the taste
of rancid words
there is no moving forward
no unsure smiles
or joyous peeks
into the valleys and peaks
of the futures landscapes
there is just what was
and what I wish it would be now
and the same old song
winding its way towards
the end
Published 16th May 2015
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16th May 2015 3:27am
For once it didn't take any thinking about, no fretting over word choices. I don't know if it that's a good thing, but at least it was easier
16th May 2015 12:38pm
Its effective at conveying the approaching end and lost aspirations. It leaves me feeling that its time to move on with memories, but no overly significant regret.
14th Apr 2016 4:40am
Familiarity breeds contempt, perhaps? I find a lot packed into this short piece. Very nicely done.
