Originally Written: August 17, 2009
Scratching at the threads,
Stuck on the word that seems endless,
The... The... The... The...,
In an unstopping delay,
Words all cooped up inside,
Like a chicken needing out of it's pen,
Hearts skipping a beat,
Just like a shock from the socket,
Slap the case,
And hear the words become clear,
The heart is yours,
And on to the next track,
Time to write down the story that will be unwritten,
Brilliant and glorious,
Life will take it's turn now,
And still I start to pray
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