you sit in california
reading my words
counting my rhythm
in fourths and in thirds
i sit in the north pouring forth
crumbs and crumbles, bits and pieces hoping someone reads this
you keep me coming back hoping that
today the crumbles and crumbs, pieces and bits
hits
changes a soul, a sole soul
thanks for readin and believin
thanks for coming to my drumming
thanks for making me think the echo is a voice who cares
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