I lie on the ground from discomfort,  

Sound plays in the background, I listen,

Then standing I follow it, leading me to a device.


This box played sounds from multiple artists,

The sounds are a cheer to my ear, I listen

I plug in to listen and discomfort has left as I am reborn with glee.


I play it in times of sadness and freedom,

Never have I been in doubt with it, I listen

Others suggest more but I cannot spread


So calm and rushing the sounds can be,

They move many what life might throw down,

I realize the device has reached its limit to be alive


I settle down allowing the device to recharge

Beginning to wait and listen once again,

On this stage of discomfort I lie, and I listen .


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