It's been a while since ive come to this keyboard
And wrote lines, verses, whatever you may call it.
You literature major.
Sitting here listening to the dissected lines of tones and
Humming and sounds clashed together;
That hint they call music
That moves in your soul
And has the power to ease
Or to break you down.
Or maybe even to feel euphoric,
But all I see in the moment is words scattered,
And notes
With tones,
All visual
Scrambling around
That feels like it has so much meaning,
But in the end I come to conclusion that
It's all just words and things we try to put into meaning,
But in the end
We all don't know what happens anyway.
