Off beat, off key, out of the box, out of the norm, carry on my wayward son.
Time's ticking became the sound of loose screws getting screwed in.
Change had ensued.
The girl who used to enjoy her thoughts as well as the unpredictable directions they traveled is now a prisoner of her mind's mutation into a one-way street of reality checkpoints.
Did natural selection feel such a personality could not thrive in a mechanical world? That only a change would allow survival?
Survival by growing up makes dollars. However.
Survival by changing the world for the better rather than oneself just plainly makes sense...
The sound of time's ticking can only be rewound had it come from a cassette.
How about we just make a new cd instead?
... in which everyone can dance off beat.
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