Escape.

I turn on the radio, my escape from reality,
I make it as loud as possible to drown out the noise surrounding me.

I'm in that mood again, I have to find the right song,
then I reach for the hairbrush, my "microphone" so I can sing along.

with every bang of a drum or strum of a guitar I can't help but feel the beat,
I start to loosen up; my body moves, I can't stop my feet.

I sing at the top of my lungs and dance around the room,
I never want the song to end, I don't want to leave this new sensation so soon.

then the song ends and I land on the floor,
looking around at the same four walls, right were I started before.