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Tap, Tap, Tapping
Such an easy bliss
But for that tapping
in rhythm, tapping
Rolls the eyes back
Tap, tap, tapping
in tune with the heart
Subtle as a pin-drop
But tapping, tapping
Till the eyes wont focus
The ground moves along
The tap, tap, tapping
An infinite underline
Now becomes a twinge
A small burn that wont end
The rhythm is all consuming
But never once seems dooming;
blissful like sunshine
Not a drop of silence
The body sways
To the tap, tap, tapping
Now adrift and lost
Violently you succumb
But for that tapping
in rhythm, tapping
Rolls the eyes back
Tap, tap, tapping
in tune with the heart
Subtle as a pin-drop
But tapping, tapping
Till the eyes wont focus
The ground moves along
The tap, tap, tapping
An infinite underline
Now becomes a twinge
A small burn that wont end
The rhythm is all consuming
But never once seems dooming;
blissful like sunshine
Not a drop of silence
The body sways
To the tap, tap, tapping
Now adrift and lost
Violently you succumb
Published 17th Jun 2016
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18th Jun 2016 11:28am
Crisis of conscience? Children wanting into the room when Mommy and Daddy wanna snuggle? Or is it the question tapping away inside my skull, wondering just to what you refer?
19th Jun 2016 4:47am
The tapping is reality hindering someone's ignorance. They're are in ignorant bliss, but the subtle tapping of reality wont leave them alone until reality finally becomes impossible to ignore.
