it must have gone wrong
the rythm did not come strong
the train was on its tracks
but the sound did not hack the track
no beating of my african drum
no regular succession of meaning to strum
no sound to sooth my obsession
pure flashing of sites with nothing none passion
pure smudging of sounds testimony to the farce
it must have gone wrong
the rythm of my life struggling to remain strong
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