Friday, April 1, 2011

Singing

He was just thinking
That his life was worthless
When he found a song
So beautiful that he could just keep going

He was just listening
When his mind gave away
To the beat of the bass
So subtle that he could just sing along

He was just singing
So loud that the walls around him faded
His melodic voice
So wonderful that she joined in

Too bad I'm not him
And I'm not thinking
And I'm not listening
And I'm not singing

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