Cogs In My Head

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Turning, they're turning.

Cogs are swirling,

Vines are curling,

There's 72 songs playing in my head.

 

Turning, the world is turning.

Phones are ringing,

And I am still pinging.

Trying to find a connection,

Lost without redemption.

 

No! That's a lie.

Redemption is always here.

Like a phoenix,

We fall only to come back to life.

 

Its's like an intricate race.

In which I quicken my pace,

As I strive to be the best I will be.

The cogs in my head are turning.

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