Rhythm oF my Heart

Past few days has been a bit of a fuzzy wuzzy,
I lived on impulse and things are tiny bit crazy.
Mornings are late and i am just so helplessly lazy,
Nights are longer as its time the world's less hazy.

The rhythm of my heart becomes the life i follow,
Living the moment and not thinking of tomorrow.
Spend nights basking in the moon and starlight's glow,
Spend evenings leaving footprints when the tide is low.

I'm a bit of a blur case every now and then,
Doing things i know i wouldn't have done then.
Logical thinking only functions when and if it can,
Black, white or grey are all really not part of the plan.

The rhythm of my heart becomes the only beat i hear,
Every beat driving me closer to those people i hold dear,
Every beat driven with a purpose so strong yet unclear,
To decipher the beat, it seems i oughta use it as my spear.

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