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by OverlookedTruth Jun 20, 2005 category : Life, society / inspirational
Always there to help To make me feel calm Even when I fell hectic Or like an atomic bomb The sound…like medicine To cure all of my problems , heal me from the pain And save me from the kin Blocks all external noise I am in my own world Free to be me, And not just another teen Finally some serenity Finally some time to think Think about my questions Think about life. Why am I here? What is the meaning of life? Do we all have a purpose? Or are we merely atoms waiting to die? Questions lead to answers Answers lead to more thoughts Which lead back to questions. And here we go again But round and round we go Question after question Answer after answer. Never having regression. Music allows this Blocks the outside world Like no one else exists. I am finally alone. Alone with my thoughts Alone with myself All of my questions. Some of my answers These thoughts won’t go away So don't shun them out I strive to have mental relief To die knowing I was alive Somehow most of my thoughts… Become words, and there I go Writing away my mental inflictions. All because of music….