I've finally found something that I can look up to
It is the continuous flow of every voice I've ever heard crooning a sweet song and having it mean something
It's the resignating feeling in my chest that brings me warmth, and joy, and sadness, and anger, and knowlege
It's something untangible, yet capable of physically bringing me to my knees

This something sure is something

When I feel the bass infiltrating every fiber of my being, I'm home
When the tempos change, and the crescendos fluctuate, I marvel at it's eccentricity
When I'm having a bad day, or a good day, or days when I feeling nothing but blinding numbness
That something is always there any time I need it, like my Christmas in July
And August, and September, and October, and every other day, week, month, and year

I'll never be able to reach the stars, but I still try because you make me believe that it's a possibility
And if I ever could, I would pluck every one of them out of the sky and deliver them to you in a golden box as a token of my graditude
For being my remarkable something