7 hours.

7 hours spent locked up in that prison of education

Until that bell explodes into being

Signaling the start of that freedom that comes with being young

Yet upon arriving home, my teachers have left me with a ticking time bomb

Papers to write and problems to be solved even after we have departed school

So upon arriving home I plug in my headphones and put on a song

But it isn’t just a song

It’s a work of art that without even using your eyes conveys so much emotion

Making me feel alive and awake and aware of the world

Creating explosions of invisible color and unseen feelings.

So I smile and bob my head to the beat

Yet instead of closing my eyes and losing myself to the wash of sound,

I crank up the music and crack open that textbook and work

But it doesn’t feel like work!

I can feel the music whisking away the negativity leaving only determination and knowledge

And even when my work is done the music never ends

It flows like a train into my ears bringing ideas and thoughts and…

Peace