The standards I write take form over time
In ways that define how I work
The words that I use, the structure, the
rhyme
Are centered on a personal quirk
But still I can see I can’t help but be
me
And shake things up once in a while
I tend to move on with a brand new hobby
Or play around with my own style
So my ex-centric method may center anew
But I’m sure that conditions won’t stay
Because I change my mind whenever I find
The new view from each coming day
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