Peddling endlessly on a treadmill…
…. you called it.
We search for style, glory and honor,
gain style, miss honor
and acclaim glory.
Some inhibit style, saturate glory and harbor honor.
I've attained style, lack glory
and feel honor,
metaphored life, grace and
rhymed my way to
individuality,
interpreted words wrongly
set on wet cement
from lack of style and meter
but have attained a level of
madness.
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