Music To My Ears
A world of entangled words
Each line not making sense,
Not until each line shapes something
But what is it?
I can almost hear it
The rhythms and beats
Line by line, word by word
Just like the songs we consume
Every word shapes our world
It shapes how I live
A new outlet
For all the anger, joy and grief
It's only music to my ears
With each time
I create something new
A new song for the world to hear
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