Nothing Really Rhymes, Yet It’s A Song

I am good and I am bad,

I am right and I am wrong,

Nothing really rhymes, yet it’s a song.

Jagged it is and it’s all a part of me,

Yet it's only the good you see,

But then you see only what I wish to show,

Nothing really rhymes, yet it’s a song.

My eyes see what I wish to see,

But my mind visualizes the extreme,

When I speak, I speak my mind,

But I Wish it was the words beating in my heart,

Nothing really rhymes, yet it’s a song.

_VJ says ~ Cheers and Peace

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