It's a Dependence

Some may say "Oh, she just really like music." Others "She's not that talkative." But really, I need the musical notes. When I forget those noise-bloking wires, my mind takes over. When I don't have a tempo seared into my brain, My foot taps to an uneven beat. When I don't feel the familiar rubber in my ear, I feel like everyone can read my thoughts. I wear those little buds to ignore all who say I can't. I need the guitar and drums to propel me forward. So if I were asked what I'd bring to a world of sand, My music would be my first, and only, choice.