in search of my rhythm
I sang to a rhythm a minute ago
I've forgotten it now
I lived in it, and I was
The rhythm was I
I've forgotten how it made me older
And how it made me sing
Of the sun and being older
I danced in that rhythm
I look for the rhythm in my old wooden toy
I search in my blanket, seven years old now
I search for that rhythm in the stars
I find it not even in the guitar that made it
That rhythm made my melody
That rhythm held my breath
It gave me joy and life
And purpose and death
I search for the rhythm
For purpose and for death
I breathed it out again
And I've lost it again
Just made me realise I never really did grow up...
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