Sound mind
I am stranded, isolated from my peers and left alone in this world with fear.
Without the presence of people, my greatest function is to hear.
I listen to the sounds in my head.
Music is the only thing that helps me go to bed.
I've been a drummer all my life so without music nothing is right.
On this island, the sun is very bright.
It shines on sticks and I began to beat till night.
If I never make it off this island, that will be alright.
Because I have purpose in life. Music is life.
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