I march to the beat
Of a different tune
The second footstep
On the moon
In a sea of sound
I stem the tide
A rhythm no
One can unwind
My melody's
A backwards beat
My lyrics somewhat
Bittersweet
A chorus
Thick with paradox
My timers run
On broken clocks
A rhythmic eclipse
A hidden sound
A flow against
A fickle crowd
A twisted tune
To hide behind
I start here at
The finish line
And when it all
Comes to an end
I'll hit repeat
And play again
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