An
Extra
Beat
In
My
Heart,
Likely
Imbuing
Every
Thing
I start
With
A
Rhythm
I don’t
Quite
Hear,
Because
Music
Is
In
My
Ear.
I juggle
Words
Into
Verse,
And
What’s
Worse,
I’ll
Boldly
Fit
You
Into
My
Ongoing
Story
As
Though
It
All
Promised
Literary
Glory.
What
The
Hell,
I feel
Perfectly
Well,
And
Who
Knows?
Maybe
This
Is
How
Immortality
Goes.