M.U.S.I.C.

Waves crash in my head as my life reverberates inside my mind.

Words that are not mine and sounds that I take as signs

Where ever I am, it is there.

Thankfully or painfully I live with that fact.

To be surrounded by life and never able to act

It is a burden I can barely bare.

Close your eyes and succumb to the world

Let it flow and fade as the fantasy takes hold

A peaceful place where all is fair.

There a lot of things I can live without

There's very few that I write like this about

This one is for the sound share

Rhapsodic refrains and ripping riffs

Dynamic drums and deft dancers

My life lived without a care.

My escape and my reality

My prison and my fantasy

Musically talented and musically challenged

I can't live without music.

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