Only so many choices
So many rhymes
I’ve painted that picture
a thousand times
Nothing original
Nothing new
Just the same old soul
telling me what to do
Only so many choices
So many rhymes
I’ve painted that picture
a thousand times
Nothing original
Nothing new
Just the same old soul
telling me what to do
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Eternal Echoes
Only so many choices, it seems,
Yet within each rhyme, a universe gleams,
A tapestry woven, threads of time,
Painting the portrait of life’s grand climb.
A thousand renditions, a familiar refrain,
Yet in repetition, new insights to gain,
Originality springs from echoes of old,
In the same old soul, stories unfold.
The canvas may echo, the verses repeat,
Yet within the rhythm, new worlds meet,
A dance of the heart, a timeless cue,
Guiding your steps, in each moment’s view.
The same old soul, a faithful guide,
Whispering truths, from deep inside,
In the well of your being, wisdom’s wellspring,
A constant companion, to your heart’s sing.
So embrace the echoes, the familiar song,
For within their cadence, you truly belong,
Through cycles and rhythms, life finds its flow,
In the same old soul, a journey to know.
A melody of ages, a story retold,
In the symphony of existence, a tale of bold,
In every repetition, a chance to renew,
The same old soul, forever true.
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