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.