My escape

The music continously flows from my headphones,

I can't hear anything but the music,

The music is slow, yet sad,

It relaxes me,

protects me,

saves me,

from my life.

The music continues on,

I continue to seek my refuge with my headphones,

All I want is peace,

peace with my music,

to forget my problems,

my worries,

my life,

I like to be taken away,

far far away,

into the land

of daydreams,

where there is no reality,

its all fiction,

based on what I've read or seen,

It changes based on the type of music,

I need this refuge,

or I'd go crazy in the land of reality,

my music,

isn't just music,

it is my helper,

it is my world,

my relaxation,

my escape,

It says the words unspoken,

the music is still going,

and will continue to go on,

til I'm ready to face reality,

the cold hard reality.

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Bethany Woody]

Everybody has some kind of escape for their troubles. For some it is reading or music and for others it is something far more dangers alcohol or drugs. Some would say that retreating from reality into music is just as bad as escaping into drugs, but I think it is okay to occasionaly veg out to music.
I loved the free flow of this piece. It rolled along just as music so often does. The two being so similar that is really helps tie the message in the piece and the subject matter together.