Sound
Wake up, get ready, headphones on
walk the streets with a song in mind
an escape from reality I'm moving on
I'm not alone I'm undefined
No words from my end
just a silent observer
melodies that befriend and mend
songs that denote the chemical warfare
Music is my definition of life
All that starts must come to an end
lyrics that pierce like a knife
harmonies that expand and extend
A beat that synchronizes with my heart
Music keeps me from falling apart
This poem is about:
Me