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Rhythm
Rhyme
Life
A thin line
Words
Nonsense
Yet somehow
Makes sense
Tired and sleepy don't mean the same thing
Time is ticking and I don't know what I'm saying
My mind's a mess
I've said this before
My life's a mess
Well at least I'm not bored
I can only promise my best
But my best seems not the same
For others look calm with time to rest
I don't know what I'm doing.
That seems to be a theme
I don't know what I'm trying to say
I'm just tired
But not sleepy
I've slept a fair amount
I fall asleep without meaning to in English and Science somehow
I'm just tired
It doesn't make sense
But hey
Maybe I'll learn
Time seems to have this sense of humor I can't understand either
Because after a little while the answers just seem to be there
Like magic
Yes
Time seems like magic
I don't know what I'm doing now
But time seems to
I think I'll laugh with it later
But for now
Rhythm
Rhyme
Life
A thin line
Words
Nonsense
That somehow
Make sense
I'm okay with not knowing
And I look like a mess
But it seems like time has a plan
And I know that I'm growing