The Rhythm of Rhythm
There’s something in the rhythm of the rhythm of a song,
Something in the darkness of the dark before the dawn.
A tiny stirring feeling that’s feeling its way out.
Dropping subtle clues, for clues what it’s about.
There’s something in the meaning of the meaning of the song,
And for some reason’s reason time keeps plodding on.
If there was a lesson for a lesson to be taught,
Saying some things twice keeps them twice inside your thought.