Like Clockwork

No one understands my mind, it’s quite interesting really.

I, myself, feel as if I make wonderful nonsense.

Everything on its own works perfectly well, thank you dear sir.

Yet put together, in rusted gears, they clink.

The brash roughness of it all scares some, yet to me, its a perfect melody.

The puzzle pieces do not have to fit to see the whole picture.





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