Repetitive digression injury:
The basis of boredom when improvement
Is the goal on the mind
Consciousness fades in again and again
Interruptions pay for honing the pen
Written by rote but handled at speed
Tearing across the temptation to greed
Minor eight keys, major seven
The countdown will sharpen
The way for our heaven
Planting to water and mouthing to eat
Baring some teeth as angry a feat
Fickle is done while loyal becomes
Sticking with it will make you the drums
Sections of bands might be called teams
Not on your death but bygone your dreams
Sailing the mist and riding the wind
'tween all your effort that smile must be grinned
Roman Ryan 