Take my ears out of this forsaken society.

I need my headphones.

I need the bustling runs of the pianist blasting away on the keys.

I need the trumpeter to puff his soul infused whims into the deaf ideologies of mass convictions.

I need the drug induced crash and bop of the night to cry out in hopes that disapproval listens.

I need the heart bumping groove of the bassist loosely holding all of the musicians minds in a geurrilla ambush of everything traditional.

I need the rampant deliberacy and spiritual cognition of the band who is patently high off of life.

I need an escape from this desolate society that is way too inherently structured to ever amount to turning it's own dispositions.

I need musical consolation from the repetitive actions and socially correct way of procedural thinking.

I need the constant antagonizing reminder that people of this culture used to be alive and free.

People used to be rebellious for themselves and not for the sake of rebellion.

People used to value the wonders and essence of creativity.

People used to have a grasp on what is genuine in life.

People used to look into eachother's eyes in the street, either in greetings or in disbelief.

People valued humanity over cellphones,

the deliberacy in life over the grasp of the economy,

their own endeavors over what benefited their country,

the means to learn by themselves instead of taking the easy way out,

 the abnormality of unconventional  life over orthodox living.

Take me back to the Beats, or the Hippies, or the Jazz age, or even the broken streets of Harlem.

Just take me where I can live outside the lines, free from the glare of culture, subculture, and counterculture alike.

I don't want to be a part of any groups.

I just want to be who I am inside, and not starve to death in the process.

I just want to sit in a room and create ideas and songs and melodious melodies and new philosophies and eat and sleep and ponder and move my bowels in peace.

The time for my dreams are long lost to a modern culture of lemmings who are in more of a nuclear threat than the Baby Boomers ever were, but are half as free.

I need a break from this life that won't kill me and won't end in foreclosure.

I need the drug that consoles this futile yearning for what is genuine.

I need the fix that keeps me going.

I need my headphones.