Press Play

When I put on Those worn lavender headphones and Press play I can't explain... It's like simultaneously pressing pause On the paper calendar days And empty obligations ruling my life Or waving burning sage At the diagnoses And generational curses ruling my future Or building a stage Underneath the steps I walk And the air I breathe Is a microphone I carry within my lungs With which I sing, "Listen to me!" The lyrics jump into my mouth And out again And with my throat warmed with sweet, raw melody I become something new entirely A song Imitates a skipped heartbeat, a primeval roar A powerful gust from soaring wings And when I put on Those worn lavender headphones and Press play I can't explain... But I know its is I who rules me