Repetition Poem by John Doe

What confusion
It's reached beyond my
logical thought process
My tripped-up conscious

Surprise
Surprise
Where'd that come from?
Completely unfathomed

Even through
Still trying
It won't throw me,
Off my style
I'll walk free,
Of you

You can't play me
You just can't phase
Me of normalcy

Repeaten
Repeaten
Repetition makes it true
Repetition makes it all so
When it's not all free
When you can't believe

Repetition makes me right
Repetition makes you gone
My life so clean
Wipe it off for a thought

When you can't even dream
When I can't just leave
Repetition
Repetition
Makes us all agree