music is my drug of choice
my constant companion
through all of this terror
it saves me minute by minute from madness
I turn it off , it keeps playing
I get lost in thought, it keeps swaying
soothing me with lyrics of the last song that wooed me
music touches my soul, my hair follicles, my toes
I start groving and the next thing I know
me and music are rocking and rolling
until I am totally holding
freedom
in the palms of my hands
my fingers keep poping
while I drop it like its hot
before I know it me and music are in love
and we ain’t to proud to show it
music is my lover
my drug of choice
call me a gleeful forever addict
i get high
so i can fly
away on my lyrical horses
above the noises
by mozayik ‘the souls’ poet’
circa 4.2020