M.U.S.I.C.
Waves crash in my head as my life reverberates inside my mind.
Words that are not mine and sounds that I take as signs
Where ever I am, it is there.
Thankfully or painfully I live with that fact.
To be surrounded by life and never able to act
It is a burden I can barely bare.
Close your eyes and succumb to the world
Let it flow and fade as the fantasy takes hold
A peaceful place where all is fair.
There a lot of things I can live without
There's very few that I write like this about
This one is for the sound share
Rhapsodic refrains and ripping riffs
Dynamic drums and deft dancers
My life lived without a care.
My escape and my reality
My prison and my fantasy
Musically talented and musically challenged
I can't live without music.