The Substance That Keeps Me Going
I can't physically see it,
But I recognize the objects that bring it to fruition
I can't physically feel it,
But why does it make my skin crawl and hairs stand on end?
I can't physically eat it,
But why do I feel that I get weaker without it?
I can't physically smell it,
But I know every melody has a distinct flavor and texture
I can physically hear it,
So why does it penetrate my body and influence my emotions?
I can mentally hear it,
So why does it take control of my body as I follow the beat?
Music is the substance that I can't live without
The nothingness that fills the small emptiness I harbor
Pleasant and tranquil when my mind is burned-out
Loud and violent when I'm done and just want to shout
It’s the temporary solution to my procrastination
Energy when I’m about to crash and power down
A comfort always available 24/7
From when I wake up to starting homework at eleven
Offering motivation when everything seems impossible
Giving support when stress piles and deadlines approach
Sloppy work would be composed without it
With tunes, early mornings don’t feel like shit
It’s an energy efficient, environmentally friendly fuel
A track that serve to ignite the thrusters in me
The sound that keeps my heart rate high
And makes me sweat till my shirt won't stay dry
The force that keeps my sides from giving out
And my mind focused on the task at hand
The boost I need to kick the soccer ball farther
Even when my legs sting and breathing gets harder
The constant companion as I walk down the street
The noise negation that distances the world from me
The mood mitigation that prevents my suppressed anger from showing
The personal pleasure that ensures I'm always (seemingly) glowing
Offers me access to the memories of days long past
Presently keeps me sane and focused on any task
Grants me hope for a future that’s not quite concrete
But all in all, I'm just waiting till I can finally leave this street
But living without it?
Surely, you can't be serious
Because the moment the beat cannot be played
It's guaranteed I'm beyond being saved
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