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Something
I retreat into the music;
the rhythm of the song drives
my thoughts away till all
that's left is me, my body
performing out loud to
a crowd that doesn't see the
effort it takes to control my face,
a blank canvas until the beat--
I focus only on the beat.
It runs through my blood
with celerity and takes over
frazzled nerves creating new
energy and leaving broken cobwebs
crackling off the sinews of life
in its path and time passes, time
passes, much faster than I could
expect and the music is gone,
the rhythm is gone, and the cobwebs return to
life, supressing my own, and
I carry on with a head heavy
with the burdens of an
analytical mind that just can't
stop listening to reason.
