Music.
In one ear,
Out the other.
Footprints.
Musical notes as footprints in my mind.
Fade.
i Listen to the music,
And the world just fades
Away.
Like the beginning
Of a long and winding road.
Shine.
A song comes on,
Shining in the dark of night,
Like headlights on dark roads.
Flow.
i Pick up the paper,
The words just flow like bones
Sinking like stones.
Et cetera
Et cetera.
Thoughts.
iT's the thought that i feed
That flow on the paper.
iN the dark.
Flying.
Music.
iT makes us feel like we're falling.
But,
There's a fine line between falling
And flying.
Break.
Music.
Poetry.
Writing gives us a break
From the people that think that
They've made up our minds for us.
Fade.
We listen to the music,
And we just fade
Away...
In one ear,
Out the other.
Footprints.
Musical notes as footprints in my mind.
Fade.
i Listen to the music,
And the world just fades
Away.
Like the beginning
Of a long and winding road.
Shine.
A song comes on,
Shining in the dark of night,
Like headlights on dark roads.
Flow.
i Pick up the paper,
The words just flow like bones
Sinking like stones.
Et cetera
Et cetera.
Thoughts.
iT's the thought that i feed
That flow on the paper.
iN the dark.
Flying.
Music.
iT makes us feel like we're falling.
But,
There's a fine line between falling
And flying.
Break.
Music.
Poetry.
Writing gives us a break
From the people that think that
They've made up our minds for us.
Fade.
We listen to the music,
And we just fade
Away...
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