You felt that if you
stopped time and its ryhme,
then it would stop your demise.
Yet none can stop His design,
of time and its
ryhme.
For you are part of
ryhme and time,
For every moment is
Part of time,
And in every word,
Is a part of rhyme.
Death and its demise,
Is all part of time,
Yet for it to ryhme,
Is then life thine?
You say you cant,
But you can ryhme,
Its all in time,
To find your ryhme
A ryhme for all
Times to come,
In love, in hope,
In joy, or
To just - rhyme?
To ryhme is joy,
and joy for ryhme,
Yet my ryhme is wrong,
And so is my time.
For to ryhme right,
Is to, well,
RhymeTo spell things right,
Is a matter of time,
And till we get to
that time,
Will our true time,
of life begin.
To rhyme is time,
And in joy, we
rhyme.
