My Own Beat, by LostSoul Subscribe to rss feed for LostSoul

I listen to the beat
Of the only thing that matters
My own

You can call me what you wish
You can stare at me for hours
But you'll never figure out
Which path is my route
Cause I can live without
Anything that don't matter

I find myself a conundrum
An ever changing river
That's formless and sways
To the rhythm of day to day
And goes in each and every way

Finding crevices to explore
Moving boulders that's emplaced

I listen to the beat 
Of the only thing that matters
My own
Posted: 2009-10-25 20:21:21 UTC

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