Awful Nonsense

Just a poem I rambled on with at work. Probably makes no sense.

Beautiful words sound out of order,
I find no sense in the purposeful order.
With a lack of being still,
I have trouble seeing still.
The copies are copying still.
Seeking the individual abstraction,
That darkest kind of attraction
Of the seed of the forbidden fruit
And cracking the fountain of youth.

A backwards glance at the start of a neverending dance,
None can stop the beat.
Perhaps it started by chance.
Drowing in the fermented water,
I step among the rest and try not to falter

Author's Note

Just kind of wrote stuff as I thought of it here. Thought I should take a break from lyrics for a bit till I can write something better. Or atleast not forced or about a girl. Feel like if i haven't beaten that horse to death yet, it's atleast on the way to intensive care and I'm being hauled off on an attempted murder charge by a fat balding cop named Greg and his partner Olsen.