I am one of the lucky ones.
I live underground where the sun and air
and birds and twigs can't get me.
My world is full of choice and
Lenient moments.
Filled with abrasive opinions and
hours that seem to pass and pass and pass
without skipping a beat.
Time stops in my sound heart,
and even though I'm a sucker for a hand-clap medly,
I crave the silence this beat less second gives me.
Da dum Da dum.
I am truly alone.
Da dum Da dum.
The independence that I've wrestled with
happens 63 times every minute.
Off beat.
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