One-Two-Three
Play so care-ful-ly
Sing unto thee
Going one-two-three
Might I say
You look nice today
Dressed in black
Cry for what you now lack
Now might we
Dance for one-two-three
Twirl with me
Joyful de-ci-ded-ly
Do you hear the beat?
No small feat
For us to meet
In the numbered heat
Don't lose count, we
Go one-two-three
Number me
So I fit per-fect-ly
Numbered days
E-ffect-ing my ways
Did you not notice
The things we miss?
Do you feel it, the
One-two-three
Ruling you and me
De-ci-ded-ly
Skips and jumps
Loaded tongues and bumps
Sorry to push passed
But thoughts don't last
Not quite the same
Still in the game
Of one-two-three
No escape for me
Break the mold
Pes-si-mis-tic, cold
But deep down
You don't get why we frown
Evolve, world!
Re-al-i-ty curled
Into an unreal ball
Down we fall
"You make no sense!
Where is the - hence?
"What is your point?
Will you dis-a-ppoint?"
Prob-ab-ly, yes
Cuz life's a mess
No reason or rhyme
Just keeping time
Off on a tangent
Give a hint
To life's purpose
Will it be worth less?
Space is needed
Words aren't heeded
Actions aren't done
Yeah! Now we've not won!
Call us a mess
Say it's pointless
Maybe they should point less
Won't confess
The moral isn't-
Speed, tangent!
Run from the questions
Someone mentions
Stop! You've run too far
Hello, bar
Can't ever reach you
Though I set you
Again; one-two-three
Care-ful-ly
No escape for me
Except-
One-
Two-
Three
Play so care-ful-ly
Sing unto thee
Going one-two-three
Might I say
You look nice today
Dressed in black
Cry for what you now lack
Now might we
Dance for one-two-three
Twirl with me
Joyful de-ci-ded-ly
Do you hear the beat?
No small feat
For us to meet
In the numbered heat
Don't lose count, we
Go one-two-three
Number me
So I fit per-fect-ly
Numbered days
E-ffect-ing my ways
Did you not notice
The things we miss?
Do you feel it, the
One-two-three
Ruling you and me
De-ci-ded-ly
Skips and jumps
Loaded tongues and bumps
Sorry to push passed
But thoughts don't last
Not quite the same
Still in the game
Of one-two-three
No escape for me
Break the mold
Pes-si-mis-tic, cold
But deep down
You don't get why we frown
Evolve, world!
Re-al-i-ty curled
Into an unreal ball
Down we fall
"You make no sense!
Where is the - hence?
"What is your point?
Will you dis-a-ppoint?"
Prob-ab-ly, yes
Cuz life's a mess
No reason or rhyme
Just keeping time
Off on a tangent
Give a hint
To life's purpose
Will it be worth less?
Space is needed
Words aren't heeded
Actions aren't done
Yeah! Now we've not won!
Call us a mess
Say it's pointless
Maybe they should point less
Won't confess
The moral isn't-
Speed, tangent!
Run from the questions
Someone mentions
Stop! You've run too far
Hello, bar
Can't ever reach you
Though I set you
Again; one-two-three
Care-ful-ly
No escape for me
Except-
One-
Two-
Three
I figure this one needs a tad bit of explaining. I won't get into too much detail, just the syllables and the ending. See, the first two lines in each paragraph equal 8 syllables, and the the third and forth lines equal 9, so each paragraph has 17 syllables. But the last paragraph has 18, so in the end I escaped the count by counting to 3, thus the "No escape for me/Except one-two-three" . . . Yup
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