Turn your neural volume up
hear drums on repeat,
internal music monologue
synaptic back-beat,
let it flow through you
manifest it
snap fingers, tap feet.
Embrace the state
wait anticipate
the weight
the rhyme's the bait
bate your fate and leave
the eternal white rabbit state
that makes you feel
ever late late late.
Drop the pocketwatch
toss the golden chain
regain your brain
and expunge the pain
of the tic tock time
the incessant chimes
that attempt to crush
your soul and mine.
Involve your mind
and evolve in kind
through rhythm, rhyme,
and three/four time.
Join in with me
chant rant with me
as we get a little
sound therapy.
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