All There Is Is Music

In a mind where there's no rest 

In a body to the test 

You only need to close your eyes

It's not you you have to despise

 

All there is is music

You can never choose it 

In a mind so misused 

All there is is music 

 

His thoughts throw him for a loop 

A whisper lives inside 

But even in his sadism 

I can hear him cry 

 

All there is is music 

You can never choose it 

In a mind so misused 

All there is is music

 

His body laid to rest 

A final centered still

He poured it all onto that canvas

Just so he could hear 

 

All there is is music 

You can never choose it 

In a mind so misused 

All there is is music 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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