Life Doesn't Rhyme
Life Doesn't Rhyme

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Earlier my frustrations
Used to flow as ink.
Now nothing makes sense
The blue or the pink.
Random words fly around
I grab and I trip, they fade
I'm broken and un-found,
My million pieces run away.
I cannot choose which ones to pick,
I can't tell my one self from another.
I don’t know what I shall let slip,
I do not know my heart from the other.
So, shattered I pine,
For an unknown wine,
That I cannot find.
If only, life would rhyme!