Kyuil L.

A hidden friend

Click Clock Click Clock
I glance, a worthless tool
Waving his silver hand
How he drives me mad

He says he’s a friend
Sweet lies of a snake
I ignore the temptation
And sing my blissful melody

Click Clock Click Clock
Joined with the beat
Find myself marching
A child without will

Struggling, to no avail
Boggled down by
Your incessant ticking
I stubbornly persist onward

Click Clock Click Clock
My ears, driven to insanity
My life, gasping for breath
My soul, lost amidst the madness
I hear a beautiful crescendo.
An ignorant child, blinded
By the beauty of the world
Arrogant with no bounds

Music contains soul
Built of flesh and bones
A body held together
By a steady beat

Without rhythm
You would surely die
A homeless soul
Unable to express yourself

Click Clock Click Clock
I guide Music to its rightful path
Click Clock Click Clock
I am the metronome.


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