Elucidating Questions

You’re in my head suddenly

What are you doing there?

I don’t even know the words to the song in my head

Just the cadence of your voice

Muffled words that fit the rhythm but have no meaning

Strangers, start to finish

Not even an honourable mention

Thought I’d banned you from this space

What are you doing?

Leaking into between my ears in remembered pieces

Slowly reforming into the sound of you

I was reaching for a different sound, I swear

I dare not even trod into the tune of yesterday

My principals have separated me from music

The tune I hear is out of reach

Casual theft, perhaps?

Haven’t done that in a while

Your honour I had no choice because Spotify has no honour.

It’s okay my dear sister got these for me

It’s funny because I see nothing

Nothing but ruin and the disappointment of the gods

And it’s half crazy, because around me is a functioning heh

On the surface

City

Your voice is still

It’s still everything

How unfair

I live like the future is now

But no one else around me is reacting to the carnage

But to them it’s business as usual

It took nothing to see the underbelly

No effort

But they walk around oblivious

And I’m just stuck to dreaming

There’s so much more there

Even without remembering I know

But the phantom

Even without remembering I know he held on to me

It’s so much more than being awake

I thought I got out too

What the hell am I doing here?

My heart ever the lyre

Playing me melodies

I know this is as good as it’s going to get for me

Frankly, you’re not allowed here

Into my mind like a light

How dare you still be light

I don’t want to be mad that you exist

You walking beacon of everything I disagree with on this planet

Excess for excess sake singing about nothing like the hook

It’s really not worth it, the up and then the down

I’d rather be sold something by someone who is open that they’re selling me something

Music has become complacency with a rhythm

Nothing means anything

I’d rather the truth

What to do when dreaming is all that’s really left? I’ll live another day for one more dream of you

The imaginary warmth is less cold than nothing