The grocery store, the rest-au-rant, the gym, the club, the lobby,
It seems I can’t go anywhere without hearing the shoddy
Music, or so they call it, from every single speaker,
it seems one always starts right up as soon as another gets weaker
The songs are loud, and happy, too, so full of fun and action
to give my life the perfect mix of background noise distraction
that’s used to keep me from myself, to muffle out my thought
in hopes my feelings, fears, and dreams are soon quickly forgot
For once they have my empty head it’s their’s, and their’s for filling.
To sell, to warp, and then persuade, until I’m truly willing
to spend my time, my money too, on what they feel is best
Until I’m used up, broke, and blue, and washed up like the rest.
And so it seems I have a choice: To listen or Ignore?
To plug in, tune out, be their slave, or something… something more?
The more, however, is the catch, for I am still uncertain,
of what I’ll find waiting for me, behind this old worn curtain,
My thoughts, my fears, my dreams and wishes, deepest darkest hopes,
Will I win the fight for good or be stuck here on the ropes?
Worth the risk to bare it all, to think I’m made for glory?
Or should I grin and bear the small insig-nifi-cant story?
I must be stupid, pompous too, to think that I’ve been kissed
by luck, at least enough, I think, to make my own playlist.
turnnoffyourmind
snowghoul
2087
baratheonpilled
jacobvanloon
theartofmadeline
