Music to My Ears
Take me to the world I can live the best
and can forget all the rest.
Dreams, thoughts, aspirations
come to life
as the beat goes on.
But what happens when I'm gone?
Will life pause?
Will life skip
to the next
set of laws?
Will life keep playing
as people will
keep on praying?
When the battery dies,
will it be fully recharged,
or left with its lies?
Dreams comes true,
so don't dwell
with those headphones
glued to your ear, because
life is at day,
ready to be pushed play.
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