Wednesday, 14 September 2016

A Mixed Up Remix

There's a process in my recess
A barricade to my success
Motion notions causing excess
Loss of memory forces regress

Forgive my thought intrusion
As you work hard off your feet
You'll find progression quicker
If you think loud on the street

So many stars to wish upon
Far too hard to spot a fake
Letting go of hopes and dreams
Leaving moonlight in my wake

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