The rooster rises
The start of a new
Regular routines are done unconsciously and effortlessly
Headphones are set in and the world is a new
Where am I?
A room
A hall
Inside
Outside
Faces glare through the gates to a passionate soul
Judgement
Disappointment
It doesn't matter.
The music is I
Intimidation is a lie
Fear is a lie
Love and Hate
War and Peace
It doesn't matter.
This is liife
Her life
His life
It's life.
Use rhythm
Use meaning
Make them your guide
The rooster rests once more
Headphones set out
The world is old tired fermented
Where am I?
It doesn't matter.