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My mind speaks mathematics
Sometimes I feel english is a poor translation of my hearts palpations
That's why I give it to you quarter notes at a time
So that my rhymes are aided by body gyrations
But now it's like each hymn ain't nothing but a word with--
Countless synonymns where should I begin with them?
Every +sentence+ is a jail bid
Locking me in to +bars+ of meaning with so much space between them
And it's all real
If I took a little bit of time
To reflect on the unreal my brain might peel off my mind
To reveal this pegasus spree well
Whole-sale fairytale echo in a conch shell
But why say it if you can't see it?
I can call it abstract and say take what you want from it
I could do that all day till my tongue goes numb from it
But see what good will come from it?
I got something to say, I can't run from it
I gotta confront it. I can't watch while this...
Music that taught me so much as a child
Grows louder every day but the world grows dumb from it
So every line that I draw from my pen
It shapes a letter that makes a word that feeds a verse
A swim for home, a place for infinite styles
But it feels like 9000 miles
So I...