Music
Music beats thoughts out of my head,
Leaving no place for dead or the living.
No memories of future, present or past
No deed to be left unforgiven.
I feel the music move through my veins,
Breaking the lines and leaving no traces,
Cleaning the garbage of world being the same,
Restoring the chaos, perhaps making faceless
Decisions I make or the words I must say
When that is required by others around.
Who chooses the setting and who runs the play
When cells of the body just mimic the sound?
Leaving no place for dead or the living.
No memories of future, present or past
No deed to be left unforgiven.
I feel the music move through my veins,
Breaking the lines and leaving no traces,
Cleaning the garbage of world being the same,
Restoring the chaos, perhaps making faceless
Decisions I make or the words I must say
When that is required by others around.
Who chooses the setting and who runs the play
When cells of the body just mimic the sound?