Typically when I'm stressed,

I try to focus on things that cannot be changed.

Even though my entire family and even some friends tell me I'm blessed,

I cannot help but to feel like I'm tied to a chain.

But then I choose a relief that has no expiration date,

An idea that exceeds it's typical 99 cent price tag.

Music is the only real form of escape,

An idea that will never fall behind or one known to lag. 

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