Looking around, and singing loud, my heart stops short a beat.
I realize the words coming out of my mouth are not a random feat.
I run upstairs and write them down,
Pounding on my piano to remember the sound.
I remember the thoughts, the feelings, the words,
and I play them on my dusty keyboard.
And now when I sing I remember the time
When my life stopped short and created rhyme.
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