Master Key
To be without my headphones
Will be as if clipping the wings off of a bird
Taking away the ability of dance, song, but most importantly
Imagination
For, you see, I don’t know about you
but my headphones are the Master Key
of my world that I escape to
Without that key…well
Imagine this
A vessel being continuously filled with all kinds of energy
May it be positivity or negativity,
There’s no outlet
And when there’s no outlet,
Where does all that energy go?
Well it explodes I suppose
Never a good way to go
What I am to do
But grab my Master Key and dance about the room
A room which gradually becomes an endless mass of
Space and Stars
Warriors and Rulers
Dreamers and Dancers
Heroes and Survivors
What I’m trying to say is that
You can’t have the world without
The connection, if you will, is the lifeline
The heartbeat pumping the blood in the bird’s wings that have become me
I am the bird dancing my worries away
I am the bird singing in grand passion
I am the bird flying above my world
All because of my Headphones
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