Ticking Machine

Many question my mind

I find my self even spending time

Tapping into that thick tick ticking machine

But even I myself holder of dreams can't understand the unseen,

But i do know what I love, and I love music,

My brain works on music because

My brain runs off music

My brain connects dots from 3rd grade coloring books to the rhythm of notes 

My brain is beautiful, my brain is lyrical, my brain is 

Tap tapping to that thick ticking machine

My brain is slip sliding and unfolding my dreams

I love Music more than my own masked mind

Because tuning into my favorite song makes me all the more greatful to be alive

Everything makes sense,

Once you start listening to the tippity tap rhythm of your ticking machine