My eyes hurt

Today I uncovered a city of buried treasure.
A certain ancient pentium 0.0 computer was pulled out of its blanket of dust and plugged into a monitor this morning. Danny wanted a computer, and so Dan and I decided to forsake our antiquated one. It was basically mine, as it was chock full of a bunch of text files that belonged to me--stories, poems, thoughts; some things I remember and other things I don't.
So I was just going through them. It was wonderful. I had this entire Fantasy world that came flooding back to me as I consumed pages and pages of Tirim, my very own Fantasy story--fabricated at age 11 and completely mutated on into 14 until its final abandonment. But I remembered everything, it all came back to me--maps, people, places, languages, history...it was so real.
Heh. Funny.

And I found this.

Rhythm and rhyme
Plait the way
Melt like time
Wet the day
Choose the guarded
Guard the high
Take the easy
Live the lie