Buried between two chords I can pretend I am alone,
that I am myself, where I want to be – as if gone.
Not tracked or constrained by others’ lives,
roaming between words, tunes and rhythms.
My soul travels new skies and dreams,
as if ripping open my trapped world at its seams.
But the song has a porous and imaginary border
not keeping the lies of the world out for much longer.
The beat dies: reality seeps in through the lull to the next melody.
Luckily my musical escape continues, the next song is a harmony.
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