Lessons Among the Music
Words are simply words
floating through eternity waiting to slice into someone's ears
Waiting to be caught by someones heart
only to sting them and strike the roots of their very being
Music is an expert in crawling upon those who are longing for infinite happiness
infinite success
infinite love
I may not read countless texts surrounded by scholars and bookworms
But I engulf my soul in the notes and tunes which reach the depth of my insecurities
Things that I can not face in an empty room where my thoughts lie vulnerable
Music has taught me how to let go of the ridicule and judgement
To feel shameless in wanting childish or possibly selfish things
I sit and allow the lyrics to drip through my earbuds towards my eardrums
Like an IV healing and nourishing a wounded patient
Opening up my mind and allowing the music to reveal certain parts of my conciousness
I take in the harsh realities of those songs
I dive into promises that have been made to me
That I will find myself
That I will find love
That I will use these words that are so simple yet powerful to teach those of the future
With that I thank music
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