My Own Beat

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By 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

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