Marking time to a beat
With no heart Is hard.
Expending new energy
To go nowhere.
Unmotivating rhythm
Binds me to old places.
The journey then
Isn't to find new beats
But new hearts to beat feet to.
That makes the march
Worth trying. The rhythm
Worth moving forward to.
I lost my beat's heart.
Some days, I feel my heart's beat.
Other days I feel no heartbeat.
But then there are days,
If I really listen, I hear heart in the beat;
The only difference now is the rhythm.
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