I chase the sun
to settle it down.
I have a fun
of what have done.
I fly a light
into my chest
as the beat in it
is the best.
I walk along
the railroad tracks,
nothing’s wrong
to pay no tax,
but if the train
comes to my feet
I step aside
to save the beat.
The beat of heart
it sounds clear,
it’s low but
close to an ear;
the beat of heart
is all I’ve got
to cheer the guts
by beat a lot.
I rub my soul
in a rubbish wrap.
It cries foul
taken for a crap.
I have the grace
to mark the way,
and force the pace
to be OK.
21.06.2021
THE BEAT
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