On Repeat (across the bridge)
Today I walked with the sound of my own voice playing in my head
on repeat.
Not the noise of voices in rhythm
as distractions...
Music to drown you out.
Wading through them
was quietly frantic, maybe even contemplative--
Anchored and still.
Funny thing about repeat, though,
is you don't get anywhere.
on repeat.
Not the noise of voices in rhythm
as distractions...
Music to drown you out.
Wading through them
was quietly frantic, maybe even contemplative--
Anchored and still.
Funny thing about repeat, though,
is you don't get anywhere.
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