The Tempo speeds up
Heart rate intensifies
Desperate rather than determined to keep up
I've played this Rhythm many times
A Decieving elegant pattern
Only meant for silent cries
Appeasing the crowd isn't hard
Until one day I couldn't keep up
The Tempo was a Wild Storm
Ridicules of self hatred
My fingers could not feel the rhythm
My mind in a haze
Strings of life
So close but
Far out of reach
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