The Glue
It takes an artist to make this
Not many seem to understand it
It is my oxygen
When it's off I'm off
It's on I'm on
No there isn't any other
People cease to grasp it's meaning
But I can
Music
Music changes me
It makes me who I am
Music is something I cannot live without
I won't survive
But fortunately it's here and will remain
Without this I am not sane
Without this I am not me
Without music there would not be mortal birthed by my mother by the name of Patrice
It's my glue
Music will always keep me together
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