The wheel turns in my brain,
Spinning that ever so twisted wire,
Pretending itself to be sane,
Convincing me I'm no liar.
And all the words that spill within,
Come out and seek solitude,
And creep, and crawl, fly, or swim,
Depending on the birthing mood.
Rat a tat, dang a lang,
I heard the chiming bell again,
Awaken, see, it's here so plain,
Why is that you restrain?
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