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A prisoner, in a literal land
Wandering, about in this lonely place,
I've long been running, alone this race.
Faces, pass me at the pace of knots,
Feels like I've knocked back, one too many shots.
One, two and, onto three,
Of ascending numbers, you can't always be free
Tis better tho, in company to roam,
Perchance you'll kill, two birds with one stone.
So there ya go pal, yer challenge is met,
I do believe that on this occasion, I did win the bet.
Why is it that in numbers, you do so dwell?
I rather find words, actually make me feel swell.
In a book enthrall I, diving into them pages,
Be assured I won't come back out, for ages.
Its words, that reign power over me,
Captivated in a book, I am not free.
A prisoner, in a literal land,
Of printed paper, in my hand.
I ain't worried tho, or full o'fear,
Am fair happy held captive here.
© Metta_Zen
I've long been running, alone this race.
Faces, pass me at the pace of knots,
Feels like I've knocked back, one too many shots.
One, two and, onto three,
Of ascending numbers, you can't always be free
Tis better tho, in company to roam,
Perchance you'll kill, two birds with one stone.
So there ya go pal, yer challenge is met,
I do believe that on this occasion, I did win the bet.
Why is it that in numbers, you do so dwell?
I rather find words, actually make me feel swell.
In a book enthrall I, diving into them pages,
Be assured I won't come back out, for ages.
Its words, that reign power over me,
Captivated in a book, I am not free.
A prisoner, in a literal land,
Of printed paper, in my hand.
I ain't worried tho, or full o'fear,
Am fair happy held captive here.
© Metta_Zen
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