Equivocal Rhyme.

I see time with my rhyme and I can not let go unable to grasp what I know haven't quite learned to understand with my head buried under the sand. It's equivocal It's equivocal and insane searching for meaning in vain drowning in the downpour and cursing the rain. I see purpose in a life of crime at my best immersed in social grime my tan not a product of the sun traversing the sky this mark I can not renounce otherwise the tainted righteous would surely pounce. It's equivocal It's equivocal and insane searching for meaning in vain drowning in the downpour and cursing the rain. I know that darkness must descend but I'm not quite willing to let my universe bend turn dismal and unsettle a once tranquil ego-- I see time with my rhyme and I can not let go so these dreams of mine I must savagely defend. It's equivocal It's equivocal and insane searching for meaning in vain drowning in the downpour and cursing the rain. I understand that nothing is fair and equal there will always be those who can not stand tall insecure men who deny being creatures of emotion and women whose love tastes bitter and sour injustice soothed with the daily drinking hour. It's equivocal It's equivocal and insane searching for meaning in vain drowning in the downpour and cursing the rain. I know the things I hold dear will become lost unable to replace them since I can not bear the cost haven't quite learned the art of compromise. I see time with my rhyme and I can not let go with life, as always, progress comes slow. It's equivocal It's equivocal and insane searching for meaning in vain drowning in the downpour and cursing the rain. I see time with my rhyme and I can not let go unable to grasp what I know haven't quite learned to understand with my head buried under the sand.