Out-Crying Mind
How to transfer the feelings in my head
to little words stained on paper....
Why do I love my music so much?
My rock and roll?
Have you ever been to a concert?
What does it feel like to you?
Just loud music and obnoxious, sweaty people?
No.
When I am at a concert,
I am a part of something more;
something complex, yet so simple.
Nothingelse matters when I'm in the crowd.
All of my pains and worries are drowned out by the sounds.
It's inexplicable.
When I am at a concert,
I feel like everyone is one,
brought together by the power of music.
While that spell is upon us,
all of our differences are cast aside;
maybe the sight's deceiving, but
I can feel it.
So, why am I so obsessed?
I guess we all have our own reasons.
What's yours?
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