The quality of noise we give our ears,
Be represented in our actions,
Mannerisms that physically project our hearings,
So that those hefty words,
Those huge tones,
Those jumbo notes,
Are no longer trapped within the confines of our crowded skulls,
Thoroughly observe them…
Escape into our realities compelling us to mimic the nature of those tunes.
We have choice to not believe,
Proclaim the possession of our actions remains an ideal of biblical sense,
Naive to the fact that the control began at the start of the song,
We choose to partake, in spades, in music that clings strings to our psyche,
Beyond that…our emotion follows.