I distinctly remember
intention.
My hands firm and ready
to applaud.
Now the blithely driven
chorus,
Is a blitzed and
trying fraud.
A little pleasure
seeking,
To match lyrics with
a beat.
That had been shaken
to the limit,
Like a child and
snow globe meet.
To sacrifice the speculation,
Like a bag of worn
out clothes.
Till it rushes
over like a river,
Where the water
never flows.
A song that no
one even knows.
Tell me where harmony goes.
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