On a melodic quest through the cacophonous maw of humanity
the medicated and malcontents accost my waning sanity;
overwrought compositions of doubt and arrogance
swell to a crescendo of egocentric dissonance
conducting me to seek harmonious resonance—
timber with the pleasing timbre of creativity.
I need to feel each sonic pulse race along the vibrant grain
like shivers of expression much too potent to contain,
lightning bolts of inspiration course down my spine
radiating through my soul with messages divine.
Daily I must visit my hollow-bodied shrine
or without question, I will surely go insane.
Are You Reading Me?
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